Bittersweet

• Truck

It came closer and closer until it hit me

the truck

just like a new sort of depression.

My glasses flew away from my face just like any kiss I have ever received.

And I don't remember anything else but seeing the truck driving far from me.

When I woke up the first thing I said was-

was-

Mom,

I want to drop out of school.

Sometimes you have to get hit by a truck to tell the truth

and the truth is, I'm scared I'm wasting my life pursuing another man's dream

I lost my car

And right shoulder

And probably my mind,

but Mom, all I know is

I don't want to do this anymore.

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Hey guys, well,

I'm not sure if this is a kind of poem or a diary entry but-

I had a car accident and I guess it just brought out (again) all of the bad thoughts. I don't know. I'm very confused about what I should do right now. I'm sorry if you're reading this but

this is where I can talk I guess

well shit happens right