They don’t know what they want from me. Do they want me to be the fastest woman alive? Already been there and back. I can do a million things at once, but if you want nuance, finesse, precision, subtlety then you have missed your mark in your direction. Because I am the fastest person there, you have to slow me down just so you can follow. However, you know the numbers are too high. You are missing out on opportunities of moments to be realized.
I am sick of driving. I fucking hate driving at the moment. I hate the route I have to drive to work. I hate the time in my car. I hate the traffic. I hate the lanes. I hate how people are trying to tag each other. I fucking hate driving anymore. I have been un happy with driving, my car, my route for years now. I fucking hate driving!
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 