I love to drive, like our long drives to nowhere with no destination in mind.

Just me, my music, and the road ahead of me.

Looking in Nebraska, I'd often take back roads or lonely highways cutting through the

countryside to small towns and eventually cities, and I'd usually take these drives

at night since there was less traffic to worry about.

I've done it since I've had my license four or five years ago, and I'd never once had

any sort of issue, nor have I ever run into any trouble.

That was until a few nights ago.

For reference, I'm a relatively small 22-year-old female, and as I've stated before, I often

take these drives completely and utterly alone.

There are good way to clear my head when I'm stressed, upset, or overwhelmed, or for

me to get a plan together to sort some personal issues out.

I've also done these long and lonely drives to get away from the toxicity of my household

when I used to live with my parents as a mean of coping with their alcoholism.

Though now that I've moved out, I am in a much better place mentally, and I don't have

the urge to really get in my car and just drive anymore.

However, on the night that this took place, I was feeling pretty overwhelmed, stressed,

and anxious with the clusterfuck of personal issues I'd rather not get into.

I felt restless and irritable around my boyfriend.

I couldn't focus on anything else, and I decided I would take a drive to clear my head.

My boyfriend was understanding, and told me to be careful, and to not be gone for too

terribly long since it was getting pretty late.

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