chevy cobalt 2008

i got my car today, driving is daunting with the need of getting behind the wheel. i feel the spirit of my fifteen year old self holding onto my heart with spite, get out he screams, out of my mind out of my heart out of my pockets! who is here pretending to be someone they are not. the feeling of new friends is exciting, and i reach hopefully out for their palm in a offering of companionship. its quite embarrassing to be unable to hide your suffering. somehow i am almost 18 but the most juvenile ive ever felt. so ill wrap my ears in the speakers that wail the howling of dogs, and helplessly hold onto another source of comfort. grow up (yourself?) grow up (myself).