Traffic

Let me tell you a story. This is a story about a girl who is tired of being called an attention-seeking whine-bag whenever she opens up about her feelings. This is the story about a girl who has had a rough deal that she did not choose, and who will forever be judged on something that should not define her. This girl was abused from day one, and now that she is almost nineteen years old, she is wondering whether she was even wanted to begin with. She is standing at the crossroads of life, trapped at an intersection filled with yellow lights. There are no arrows suggesting which way to go, only a sign that says "Danger:Proceed with Caution". There is no traffic cop to guide her. She is alone. Her passenger has since abandoned her, just as everyone else has. The one person who stays by her side is the one person she won't stop being mean to. The life she has lived thus far has turned her into an unpredictable woman with outrageous emotions hanging by a nerve ending. she is bitter, resentful, and dwells on the past far more than is healthy. Maybe that's her problem. Maybe if she let the trailer off her car, that weight that is holding her down, she'll be able to cross the intersection with the right turn. Her only problem is this: where's the latch?