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Bump in the road of life. I give up. Or at least I feel like it. Hit something today. Just scraped the door with a pole at the snow cone stand. You know why? Someone came around the wrong way, on the very narrow street, and freaked me out... I moved too far one way, and now our door has two rather large dents and white paint all over the side. I don't feel like writing any more about it. Don't feel like driving anymore, don't feel like doing much of anything, just giving up and crying. I'm going to distract myself and hope to God mom doesn't kill me. It was my fault, because I was driving, and I know that... I just... I can't give up because of one little scratch-n-bump, but... I'm afraid to even get behind a wheel again right now. Maybe it'll clear up. Give me experience to look out better. I can learn from this...after I get all these stupid tears out. <-Ghost-> |
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