Late Night Drives Alone in Unafraid

A full tank of gas.
Nothing but time.
…But nowhere to go.

Life is full of cruel ironies, isn’t it?

So I don’t go anywhere. I just drive. Just to drive. Even with the rising gas prices, it’s cheaper than therapy.

Still should probably look into therapy one day, though.

Was reading some of my old diary entries on here. Hard to believe my first entry on here was in February 2016.

How can so much change in such a short amount of time?

And, an even better question: …Why couldn’t any of those changes have been good?

Last updated October 27, 2021