Shoot me!

I bumped into a car on the hospital parking lot.
Well, I scratched it actually, though it was just paint.

I was driving my mom's car, which literally is a tank, and got NOTHING.

Left my phone number. Waiting now.

The stress level was incomfortably high. It brought me all back to my car accident a few years back, and it's horrifying, though the two events have nothing in common. I imagine I'm due for some nightmares again in the coming nights...