Why do we remember?
I was driving with a friend over the weekend and it was raining and the road looked the same as when I wrecked. The wreck replayed over in my head and I remembered everything. I remember the way the wheel was shaking in my hands and how through it I felt everything that happining. I remember what I was thinking and why I wrecked, and I think deep down I wanted to wreck. I don't know why but I was so pissed and the music and the road just told me to go faster even though I knew I couldn't make it.
But I was hanging out with some friends over the weekend and my friend Kristi told me that I've really changed since the last time she saw me. That and that she always saw me with an asian chick.
But I was hanging out with some friends over the weekend and my friend Kristi told me that I've really changed since the last time she saw me. That and that she always saw me with an asian chick.