  I hate driving, I hate driving, I hate driving. I really hate driving, I really hate driving, I really hate driving. I wish I could crawl into a hole and never come out. You know that feeling when your parents get mad at you, but its not for something like not cleaning your room, but something like getting into a wreck with their car?
Oh my God, I HATE driving. I am such a horrible driver, and I feel like crap. It's like one minute your driving down Green Oaks on your way home from work like any other normal evening and suddenly you realize that the car in front of you is stopping just a little too quickly and you are following just a little too closely and you know you are not going to be able to stop in time. So you swerve to avoid a collision but still hit the car with the corner of yours and pieces of metal and glass shoot out and you stop dead in the middle of the road, freaking shaking and crying and feeling like you want to be dead. Then a car that was behind you drives by you and flicks you off/cusses you out. And the car you hit drives onto the side of the road and just...waits for you. And so you drive by and roll the window down and profusely apologize because it was entirely your fault and the person you hit turns out to be THE FATHER OF ONE OF YOUR CO-WORKERS DRIVING HIM HOME FROM WORK. And nothing is really wrong with his car except for a scratch or two and then he is like, "Well, you better look at your car.
That is what I am worried about. " And then it hits you. HOLY SHIT. My car...my car...my mom's car...crap crap crap crap crap crap CRAP.
So you get out of the car and you see the huge dent in the corner of your car. SHE IS GOING TO KILL ME are the only comprehensible thoughts in your head as you sort out the final details with the guy and drive away, and you can't stop shaking and you are on the verge of tears the entire way home and then when you tell your mom about it she just gets really angry and silent and walks back to her room, leaving you to cry out on the driveway and you know that you have screwed up bad and you just want to crawl in a hole and die somewhere. And then your brothers have no emotions and try to tease you about it when really, that just makes you want to cry even harder.
And then you realize that you have to tell your dad the next day and face his disappointment and anger and lectures and you'll probably put all of your money that you have been saving for TAMS towards fixing the freakin thing and you want to cry even more and it is like why does one of the best nights of my life have to be followed by one of the worst? This is the worst I have felt in a long time. Last night was like a dream, tonight is like a nightmare. I would have tons to write about last night if it were not for this overshadowing the good time I had. I HATE DRIVING, holy freaking crap. I cannot even describe how spectacularly crappy I feel at the moment. Last night I just hung out with Olivia, Colby, Jordan, and Seth until like 4 in the morning. It was sooo incredibly fun. But it matters not now. God, I can't believe how stupid I am. I feel like such a horrible person. -Lisa PS- My brother fixed my computer. 
