lost-in-a-trance
The drive was just about as terrible as i had anticipated. The road never seemed to want to end, each yellow line was one of his smiles, one of his scowls. Every endless line of traffic seemed to be mocking every mistake I've made and each car on the rode was yet another stranger, another person with their own problems. I felt alone, too alone, in my small car as i drove further and further from where i wanted to be.