Sometimes while driving, I wish that some maniac driver would crash into me, putting me in a hospital bed entangled in tubes and iv drips.

Sometimes while driving on the off-ramp of the freeway, I wish I could just drive off the steep edge, rolling violently down the hill.

Sometimes I wish death were that easy. Instead, here I sit, in an empty shell of a once beautiful, carefree and confident girl. But she already died a long time ago in the burning car, pronounced dead on impact.