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I sped so much driving around at home tonight (mom's car - that's why). I just wanted to push my limits so badly. I wanted to be in control of it. I almost wanted to know what it would feel like to have hit a patch of black ice and crashed -
but I didn't push that much. I made sharp turns, lots of RPMs, soared down straightaways, and listened to good music on the radio. It made me feel good.
Really good.
I knew what I was doing. I knew the possible repercussions. But I didn't care. And I loved it. I said what went down. Not anyone else.
I love driving. It makes me feel better.
but I didn't push that much. I made sharp turns, lots of RPMs, soared down straightaways, and listened to good music on the radio. It made me feel good.
Really good.
I knew what I was doing. I knew the possible repercussions. But I didn't care. And I loved it. I said what went down. Not anyone else.
I love driving. It makes me feel better.