The lines of a road can blur, and the exits are just suggestions.
Original Source: goodmenproject.com
Until I got into the car that night, I did not know the word alcoholic. I did not know my father’s drinking was dangerous. I did not know how my world would eventually shatter.
Until I got into that car I did not know about raw, entangled emotions, that I could feel so scared, so sad, so lonely, so lost, so angry. I did not know that I could have so much to say, but no way of saying it. I did not know that I would want to yell, “STOP!” yet stay silent. I did not know that the lines of a road could blur, that the exits were just suggestions, that I could grip a car door so tightly.