so fucking screwed.

don't you just hate it when you're driving on the road, u're fighting to stay awake, and then nothing, and then, *BRANGGGGGGGGGG*. you find yourself right next to the centre divider of the highway, knowing that you've hit it. then the thought races through your mind. momentarily. did that just happen for real? it registers. why did it have to happen?! that 1-2 secs of surreal moment and you're left with heaps of trouble and fear that you could have just died.

when that's passed, and you hear the hissing of the wind next to your ear, you know there's no hiding it from your parents. there's smth seriously wrong with the car door and it's not going to pass off as a little dent. so i'm sitting here at 3.30am in the morning thinking, now i have to wake up at 7 to let my dad know what happened. before he finds out for himself. so fucking screwed. i guess i have to prepare myself to get barred from driving the car for a while. so screwed. so fucking screwed. ugh. things really aren't going good the past few days. help.