Most of the times, sitting at the passenger seat while my sister drives, I feel like my life is in danger. Every Wednesday, I usually put the guitar at my feet, vertically, and let it lean on my chest.

I think I'm getting good at imagining dying in car accidents. That recklessness. One day she might hit the car in front. The whole front of the car is gonna crush against us. Then maybe the guitar push against me and crash my ribs. That'd be painful. Maybe that's how I end it.

Ah but I would prefer dying having diseases. At least a period of time is given, to say goodbye. I'm happy whatever's in my life existed.

I'd leave the world without regrets.
I wonder when will be that day.