Today can go right to hell. I fought the urge to drive. And drive. And drive. Far far away. To never come back. I want to stop. I want it all to stop, I'd give anything to make these go away. I wish I could talk about it all and get it all out there. I'm breaking. In silence. And I'm fighting that urge to take too many of something to never wake up. I hate that and I hate myself.