Driving is Always Theraputic

It was a bitch that I had to drive for four hours, but I didn't mind.

I was doing a favor for a friend and I actually thoroughly enjoyed myself.

I listened to music...really loud.

And drove fast...30 miles over the speed limit. (ooooo. Impressive, really.)

And at one point on the highway I screamed. Really. Fucking. Loud.

And shit, I swear I haven't been that awake in...a very long time.

God, there wasn't anything more invigorating than that.

So basically, my drive was awesome. However, I now feel like a total zombie while writing this.

I think it's that I feel weird being completely stationary. And I'm realizing that everything is back to the way it was before. Nothing changed.

While I was driving I think I convinced myself that I was driving away forever...and going to do something with myself. Do what? Who fucking cares. I don't care. I don't even feel like making a plan for myself anymore. I just want to go and see what happens and see where all of this takes me.

I feel like for too long I've been trying to control life. Again, that probably has to do with the fact that I feel like I have control of nothing. But, maybe I'm done with that. Maybe tomorrow even that will be back to normal.

I just felt really inspired.