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silversolitaireToday was a bad bad bad day... it was supposed to be really nice. And it was. But with all the things happening later on I just don't feel the niceness of those things anymore... I just feel bad...
Why do I feel bad? Because I had a car accident T_T. Again... On the highway. The guy in front hit the brakes all of a sudden. I slowed down, too, but not too much to prevent somebody else running into me from behind. Then the guy released the brakes again for a moment and I did too, but then he stopped again and I ran into him. Now Tiny Bronco's left headlight is broken, the indicator is hanging down and the plastic cover is sort of out of place. The guy I hit didn't really look bad, but you never know... I've got insurance for both my car and the other ones, but my premiums will go up from 50% to 75% and I have to cover damage on my car up to 500 € myself. T_T
Of course I could say as long as I'm okay everything is fine... but I'm still sad and angry and upset... and I worry about the money... When your love lives 500 € away every cent counts... *ears droop*
And to top it off, my dad yelled at me on the phone when I forgot to write down the other guy's car type. He called me a stupid asshole... up till then I was really calm, but then I just got upset and cried... and then I took the wrong turn and went into the wrong direction on the highway. It turned out, the accident we kinda were involved in was a lot bigger and there was a huge traffic jam on the other side now... a jam I'd be stuck in once I took the right turn... So I got even more upset and cried more... I realize now that I had been in a great danger, since I was driving, really upset, paying zero attention... At some point I had the mind to stop and call my dad again and tell him I wanna go home. I was so upset, I was having a nervous break-down. I couldn't talk or anything. He said he'd go pick me up. Which he did. Two hours later I was finally home... I'm still upset... but better, I guess... *sighs* And dad apologized for calling me a stupid asshole. He hadn't even realized it and he had only wanted to bring me to my senses. But of course that's the entirely wrong way for me... T_T
*curls up* Life sucks...
Why do I feel bad? Because I had a car accident T_T. Again... On the highway. The guy in front hit the brakes all of a sudden. I slowed down, too, but not too much to prevent somebody else running into me from behind. Then the guy released the brakes again for a moment and I did too, but then he stopped again and I ran into him. Now Tiny Bronco's left headlight is broken, the indicator is hanging down and the plastic cover is sort of out of place. The guy I hit didn't really look bad, but you never know... I've got insurance for both my car and the other ones, but my premiums will go up from 50% to 75% and I have to cover damage on my car up to 500 € myself. T_T
Of course I could say as long as I'm okay everything is fine... but I'm still sad and angry and upset... and I worry about the money... When your love lives 500 € away every cent counts... *ears droop*
And to top it off, my dad yelled at me on the phone when I forgot to write down the other guy's car type. He called me a stupid asshole... up till then I was really calm, but then I just got upset and cried... and then I took the wrong turn and went into the wrong direction on the highway. It turned out, the accident we kinda were involved in was a lot bigger and there was a huge traffic jam on the other side now... a jam I'd be stuck in once I took the right turn... So I got even more upset and cried more... I realize now that I had been in a great danger, since I was driving, really upset, paying zero attention... At some point I had the mind to stop and call my dad again and tell him I wanna go home. I was so upset, I was having a nervous break-down. I couldn't talk or anything. He said he'd go pick me up. Which he did. Two hours later I was finally home... I'm still upset... but better, I guess... *sighs* And dad apologized for calling me a stupid asshole. He hadn't even realized it and he had only wanted to bring me to my senses. But of course that's the entirely wrong way for me... T_T
*curls up* Life sucks...
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Date: 2003-01-24 12:38 pm (UTC)Life can suck sometimes, yes. I'm sorry about your dad. My dad gets like that too, especially when he's very upset or worried. He doesn't realize what he says.
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Just remember, it could have been a lot worse. At least you are okay.
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Date: 2003-01-24 03:32 pm (UTC)LOVE YOU!!!
Don´t DIE!!!
*hugs*
I hope you´re better soon! I´m so sorry.
These things happen, and they suck. Just... cuddle up in bed with a blanket and cocoa and Sherlock.
Take care!
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Date: 2003-01-27 12:50 am (UTC)i'm sorry your day was so bad. have you still not got my parcel yet though?