Oncoming traffic is quite riveting, especially running towards it.
Praying that maybe the next driver didn't get quite enough sleep the night before, cause they too are in the same situation as me where they stay awake till the wee hours of the morning so that they hold themselves back from doing something and sleep all day so that they can't do it.
I pray that the next driver may of had a little to much to drink the night beforehand, drowning their sorrows in a high dosage of alcoholic rage.
It makes me feel alive, each split second a car races past me, within mere meters of each other. I pray.
I'm confused and weird.
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