today i drank a bottle of the finest, oldest scotch my dad had locked in the liquor cabinet
i stole the key, he doesn’t know it yet
i sat in my car and put it into drive
i kept my foot on the brakes because-i don’t know, i was scared i guess
but i wanted to ******* feel something, you know?
you could never understand that
you always felt too much-all the time
i never told you this, but i envy you for that
i could feel the anger boiling up inside of me and i slammed on the gas pedal
it was dark, past midnight and i got on the highway
i swerved perilously between the lanes
then crash
and i didn’t feel anything at all