THE DARK PASSENGER
...and when he's driving, i feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. i don't fight him, i don't want to. he's all i've got. nothing else could love me, not even... especially not me. or is that just a lie the dark passenger tells me? because lately there are these moments when i feel connected to something else... someone. it's like the mask is slipping and things... people... who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. it scares the hell out of me.
I'm Jasmyn. 19 years old. I live in San Diego. I love dancing, and art. I obsess over book and television characters, and drink way too much coffee.