You've got a fast car
I've developed some serious aversive conditioning to names starting with B, followed by the letter O, and consequently, Justin Long. I really enjoy driving, I need a driving song. I feel sick when I think about uni. For I have doubts. Someone once told me the riveting 9 to 5 life that we shun our humanity to cultivate is not living. My mum always tell me to be normal, act normal and bury that suppressed ego. No, everyone else has deviated and I'm as normal as they come. Why should I change myself to fit other people's obscurities? One day i'll find people who are as normal as I am.