sarah19

so ummm yeah...that gap in my journal entries...I didn't vanish off the face of the earth I obviously didn't blow my head off, and no, fortunately, I didn't check myself into the nut house either. I went to Sacramento and San Fran in sunny Californication. It was an awesome road trip. Drove through WEED looking for someplace to have dinner at 1o'clock in the morning, but we could only find a shell station, so we feasted on trail mix and Mountain Dew. Had to have the Dew to keep me awake. I drove all through the night and arrived back in P-Town at 6 o'fucking thirty in the morning. At one point it was raining so hard that I couldn't see 2 feet in front of me and the lanes became one giant free for all. I closed my eyes and counted 10 seconds just to see where the car would be when I opened them. Driving makes me think. The entire trip I was looking for good cliffs and huge semi trucks that I could possibly crash into. Something about being able to think that much just makes me want to die. If it weren't for my passenger in the vehicle I would have made that the very last trip I ever took alive. DAMN it! I hate people who want to live!