I open my mouth to speak the words I've been longing to say, but I can't say anything. Not here, not now. It doesn't feel right, it never does. There is no one to blame, we've have all just changed. I walk away. don't say my name, don't say my name, please don't say my name, I hope she doesn't say my name. I walk faster. Don't say my name. She says my name. I look back, I smile. I stop, I sign. I fake. I drive along the streets, and the lights chase me, but I hate the feeling. I hate the feeling of having no where to go, no where to be, vagrant and distant. I hate the lights of suburbia. Tomorrow's my last day of driver's ed, and I'm done. Maybe getting a job. Maybe going crazy. Maybe going to go to therapy. Maybe my parents will listen to me when I say I need help. Can't wait for next year, I hope everything changes, everything. I have to start signing up for classes, I don't know what I want to do. I'm too random.