just shut up and drive, drive, drive....

i hate driving. noktah.

but

at the same time, i hate menyusahkan orang lain jugak. the idea of somebody has to dress up to drive me somewhere is torturing me. moreover when i need to go to many places. i also hate it when they have to wait up for me.

so i drive all the way myself. but i hate every single moment. the anxiety of somebody might knock my car, or god forbid, i knock somebody's; i hate it. despite anything, i also wanted to own a car. i dont understand why but i want a car of my own. the dilemma you know?

i guess this is what i sign up for for being a woman. lol.

life's hard man.