You know that moment when you want to say something but don’t know the exact words to vocalize it? That’s how I felt on the ride back home with my dad. It was probably the most awkward car ride of my life, to be honest with you. It’s like I had enough thoughts to write the sequel to War and Peace, but I just didn’t know how to put those thoughts into English. Sometimes, I know exactly how to express my words but physically struggle to say them; it’s like my throat just locks.
My father turned on the radio, and it started playing Woke Up This Morning by Nickelback; hearing it made me think about how much I screwed everything up with my time travel. I experienced the most uncomfortable chills as I listened to it and felt sick to my stomach. I opened the glove compartment to see if we had a
