Just Some Shit I'll Write.

A confession...

Okay, this is going to sound so fucking weird, and I need you all to not judge me for this.

I have always been attracted to cars. Not in a sexual and intimate way, but I just think they're beautiful. There are so many things about a car that make me feel love. An exhaust note, the shape, the interior, the engine bay, the motor itself.

Cars aren't just a passion. They're your friend when friends aren't there. They're your therapist that always listens, that's always there, that's always ready, that always understands. I know a car is an inanimate object with no soul or thought process.

But cars are beautiful. Cars are magnificent examples of modern engineering marvels. Cars are my life.

So if you think I'm sick for loving a car on a romantic level, you can think that. It isn't going to change me.

I had to tell you all this.

Thank you for reading it.