There is something about a car and being able to get out when you need to. When you feel like 'Oh you have got to be kidding me'. My words, ripped out from under me and painted into her face. I'm surprised that I didn't recognize the me in her-as she sat across from me. It's obvious that they hate her and that's why I liked her. There is something in being lied to. Like when you read the snapple cap and someone tells you it's fake. There is something about loneliness. Like when you scream and scream and realize you're still alone.