1000 Miles Away
Chapter 8 – A Little Rundown, a Little Beat Up, Maybe just a Little bit Green…
June 28, 2005
My rental car is a piece of crap. The way it looks is a metaphor for how I feel. It's a wreck, just like me from all my overly emotional teen angst bullshit. It's got some dents, similar to the pieces of my life I've been missing ever since this summer began, you, Everwood, Bright, Hannah, Delia, even Dad (strange huh, I miss him). It's even black, we all know that right now I'm in "black depression phase" (not really depression, just confusion, it's just a good metaphor), but I'm healing, the car however is not.
Ephram
