YOU CAN TAKE THE WHEELS, honey :|

I've been wanting to drive since I was 12 because my younger brothers knew how to drive when they were in third grade. Since dad won't let me until ... I don't know how long, I've decided to look at the bright side: I'VE BEEN DRIVING MY FREAKIN' LIFE FOR 18 YEARS NOW (19 in a couple of days) AND HONEY, DON'T ASSIGN ME YOURS. TAKE THE WHEELS AND YOU DRIVE :|

There are really person/people who'll came into your life and then assign their life stories to you. And then you get tired of asking them where they want to go and then answering your own questions base on their facial expression and when you're wrong, oh sorry then you have to get out of their life and be stranded. It's like driving your life and driving theirs (talking about multitasking and looking for reasons to be insane). Why don't you take on the back seat (as 'just' passenger do in the cars of others) and let them drive their own life! Let them continue your story together, whether he wants to drive safely to your destination, kick you out of the car (it's a lot better than driving then they kick you out) or let others get in their car until you aren't noticeable. Whatever they do. It's there car and there life. Who cares.

I don't care what you do, I'm letting you run our story. I'm not letting me drive again, DON'T BEG.

"Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours."
-Clementine, "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind"

So what side do you see your self? Move. Or learn. NOW.


~yes it's a nonsense blog. Frustration is running after me, I'm having tantrums and YOU DON'T HAVE TO CARE. Just look at the road, you're driving.