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Today I looked out of the car window and watched the road weave away behind us in the car's mirror. There was a purple tint covering everything due to the sunset, and I didn't recognise the road in reverse, looking like this. I pretended to myself that we were in America, travelling from the east to the west, in some unknown, unnamed place that time would never touch. I was not me, I did not have this constant feeling of regret and anxiety hanging over me. Who was I? In that moment - no one. No one else knew. I didn't know.

All the bad things come at once.