a routine that KILLS.

If she didn't swerve right to avoid the lady with a stroller, she would hit the beggar on the street.

If she ran the red light and marched straight instead, she would hit a fruit kiosk.

If she backed up her car a little, the VW behind her would honk angrily.

If she used her brother's motorbike to avoid getting into a car in the first place, her brother would be pissed.

If she decided to walk on foot, endless lines of vehicles will screech to a halt and honk in frustration as it is a highway.

If she decided not to get out of the house at all, she will not get any of her tasks done.

Even if she parked her car safely in front of the supermarket, looked left and right to see if she'd hurt somebody, and entered the market with a huge relief of breath, the car turns out to be blocking an ambulance carrying a woman in labor, trying to get by.

Another disappointed person, another day to live by.

The way she sees it, there are only two options left. The first one is to let out the emotions she's been holding for the past 100 years and breathe fire into the small, unimportant, ruthless, heartless, selfish people who had underestimated her all her life. Crash their cars, their soul, their minds. She had to turn right to avoid an old man walking with a stick--so what? Screw little ms.goody two shoes. She slammed the wheel right and smiled.

Oops, there's a pair of young couples walking hand in hand and too in love to see that a car was heading their way-not my fault, the woman shrugs. Another cry for help, another satisfied smile. She lit up a gas station just because SHE COULD. She throws rocks and stones to an elementary school just. because.she. could. Because she's had it with people walking all over her.

At least it's better than the other option. Which is trying to please everyone. Which is smiling and nodding solemnly and saying "I'm Fine" so often that it became a mantra for her. Which is agreeing with everyone's opinions while she wants to scream inside. Which is letting everyone walk all over her.

Letting someone walk all over you will eventually kill you, literally.

It stings, you don't know how much it stings but it does.

I hope you will never get to relish this feeling.