Tara's car broke down two miles from my house at 11 pm. Of course she called me and obviously I went to help here. I should remember never to get behind the wheel when I'm upset. When I saw backing the car, I felt I was going crooked and then looked out my side and saw our neighbor's car really close to mine. Anyways I jumped out and looked and there it was a whole bunch of paint streak on their car. Luckily I don't think I caused it because my car doesn't bear any sign of causing the damage.
Needless to say I freaked out and I came home and quizzed both my brothers on the condition of our neighbors car. Then the whole day's misery just came bursting out of me and I sobbed myself to the point of exhaustion. They held me and patted my head tentatively. It made me feel a little lighter but not better. I really don't want tomorrow, I already regret it's existence.
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