Courtesy of Crapandemic:

"This time though, I've drawn a line. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep fixing this. It's time to say goodbye, to call it quits, to admit this just isn't working for me anymore."

An absolute throat-punch of an essay about aspirations, maternal abuse, faded or blocked-out childhood memories, deterioration, relationships, and the urge to drive things until the wheels fall off (be they the metaphorical ones on the bonds society swears will protect you but end up leaving you hollow & abandoned & fucked-up & broken sometimes, a lot of the times, and that's something we don't talk about or the urge, necessity, longing for permanence of some kind when everything else in your life is hanging by a thread or balanced on a shelf and you keep clinging against all signs that you shoulda given up a long time ago and sometimes that's in reference to a hand-me-down 2001 Volkswagen Jetta) by Andrea K of Rowdy Boys Zine Collective, now in convenient zine form!