The week is over. I did not believe I would make it. But I have. I spent the drive home crying..I got home and I didnt remember the drive.

I always wonder what people think when they drive by someone who's bawling thier pathetic brains out whilst operating a moveing vehicle. Do they fear for their lives. I could be a reckless lunatic. I am.. but I wonder if they know just how little attention I am paying to my surroundings.

I do this alot you see. I feel like the only time I am alone is in my car. Funny with all the other cars out there and all. But its my time to think and thinking is almost always a dangerous idea for me. I am not sure I could even tell you how I get to work each day. I dont remember the path. But somehow I always get there.