"Buy eggs!!" The note has been on the fridge door for weeks, barely hanging on. It was almost funny. Not funny enough to laugh, just funny enough to make her almost consider buying the eggs. She didn't put the note there. After all, she doesn't even know how to make eggs. Her eyes glaze over the TV, hunched over her bowl of cereal in water. Milk tastes better, but at least with water there's a chance someone will find out she eats her cereal with water, and they could have a conversation, and become friends, and they'll bring her out of this goddamned place. She stops dreaming and takes another bite. The cereal starts tasting salty. She spends most of her time thinking. Thinking about whatever, digging her own grave. Not much happens in her life. She's tired all the time. She used to think that she'd prove them all wrong, but now she gets the feeling that they're right. If she wasn't hopeless, something would have happened by now. She gets the keys from the counter. She's decided on it, she's done. She's gonna prove them all right, they've gotta be tired of waiting. She drives to the top. She used to do this all the time, for fun. She'd get to the top and she'd make music. She's at the top now. It was a smooth drive, she'd always been good at that. Maybe I could turn back and be a taxi driver or something. I can make a U-turn in this space. Maybe they're all wrong about me. Her foot twitches between the pedals. Her hand instinctively moves to the gear, and she brings it back. She's tired as hell, dammit. Her foot slams onto the pedal, and the car launches off the ledge. Suprisingly, it doesn't feel too different. She's just sitting in her car. Her foot jerks to the brakes on instinct. Like that'll help. Her car is slowly rotating and inching closer to impact, but sure, the brakes! Foot's on the brakes, hands at 10 and 2, she's the safest driver there is! This is pretty funny. Maybe she can tell the people wherever she's going. The car lands upside down. Some people almost come to investigate, but they keep their distance due to the pungent smell of spoiled milk.