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Posted Mar 2, 2011 by anonymous | 94 views | 0 comments
I've discovered the loneliest thing in my life is a service station. They really depress me. I hate the fact that when I pass them I see people living normal, happy lives. Chatting and laughing. They don't know I exist yet I know they do. I'm just a sound, a turbo on top of a twelve litre engine whining by. They've got lives to lead and I've got an existance. The worst time is at night when I'm surrounded by darkness and they're all lit up looking bright, warm and welcoming. I haven't got time to stop, I've no time at all. I sometimes pull in to buy a coffee or cold drink, not because I need to but to see what other people's lives are all about. Sometimes I pull in just for some human contact. A smile perhaps? A small hello? I'm fed up living my life like a fly on the wall. I don't know how to change it. I've given my life to the haulage industry and have no idea what else to do. I once spent three years without a drink, night out or holiday incase I was called in for work. I've wasted too much time behind the wheel of someone else's wagon when I should've been behind the wheel of my life.
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