Long road trips by myself are the biggest high for me. Driving with my windows down, music blasting, mindlessly navigating my way through traffic gives me SUCH an escape from the stresses in my life.
In my car, music blasting, I can be frank ocean. I can be 2pac. I can be aristotle. I can be 5 year old me. I can be extremely proud of myself, and 10 minutes later be absolutely disappointed in myself. I can reminisce about the troubles I've had with girls. I can scheme out the ways I plan on getting at these future girls. I can yell til my lungs get sore.
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