I have a habit of reading too far into things

Today I feel like giving up. Throwing everything I’ve ever written into a pile and burning it, become an accountant. Except no one would hire me because I can’t add 13+29 without using my fingers. A little girl was staring at me through a tinted back window. I had been crying in my car for a half hour and I don’t think she knew I could see her seeing me. This is it, I thought, the moment a little girl sees the truth. Or maybe she already has. All I knew was I wanted to hide, but red lights make it hard to speed away into a ditch and crawl under a bush. Please stop staring at me. please stop. And then I hit a curb and as fate would have it, my writing folder and journal slipped out of my bag and on to the floor.

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