Chronicles of a Corporate Intern

Driving has really become therapy for me. It's one of the only times I cry.

There's something about driving down a road with the top down late at night with no one else around that just lets my emotions get the best of me. It was even worse last night. It was raining.

Rain doesn't bother me; in fact, I love it. I frolick in it. It doesn't bother my Jeep either.

But last night it fit everything so perfectly. Driving by myself down a dark road at 11:00 with Can't Turn It Off cranked and a drizzle sweeping across my and the Jeep. It fit so perfectly. And I cried.