The Three-Eyed Monster

Sometimes I hate driving. Sometimes it feels like the world woke up just to make me angry. The traffic lights wait for me. Mocking me as I drive closer and then changing just as I'm about to make it, turning me red with anger. Then it just sits there and stares. Stares at me as my life passes me by as quickly as the cars zooming across. My life drones on like the constant noise of the radio...