can't stop now, and it just seems like a dream.
Well, ok, let's see... yesterday probably the most turbulant Valentine's day I've ever experienced. I'm not sure how to explain it or if I even can. It's all somewhat blurred.
I'll start out by saying this. The previous night, Chris and I were in bed about to fall asleep and suddenly my heart sunk. Chris said I jumped a little bit and my eyes widened, and when he asked me what was wrong I said "I don't know. I just got this terrible feeling that something bad's going to happen."
We got into a car accident on the way home from work last night. For the most part everyone's alright. The driver of the other car was taken to the hospital and Chris injured his hand a little. My face got all fucked up. The visor mirror smashed and cut my forehead, and when the airbag hit it tore/burned a bunch of skin off the front of my face. I'll heal up ok though. But it does hurt. The whole thing fucked with my mind most of all. I think I temporarily went crazy. I was sitting in the car having all kinds of flashbacks of things that I don't even think happened to me. I was trying to place meaningless memories in time, and I couldn't make sense of anything. I couldn't even remember my social security number when the cop asked for it.
I'm not sure about the condition of my car. I can't even remember where it was towed to.
I'll start out by saying this. The previous night, Chris and I were in bed about to fall asleep and suddenly my heart sunk. Chris said I jumped a little bit and my eyes widened, and when he asked me what was wrong I said "I don't know. I just got this terrible feeling that something bad's going to happen."
We got into a car accident on the way home from work last night. For the most part everyone's alright. The driver of the other car was taken to the hospital and Chris injured his hand a little. My face got all fucked up. The visor mirror smashed and cut my forehead, and when the airbag hit it tore/burned a bunch of skin off the front of my face. I'll heal up ok though. But it does hurt. The whole thing fucked with my mind most of all. I think I temporarily went crazy. I was sitting in the car having all kinds of flashbacks of things that I don't even think happened to me. I was trying to place meaningless memories in time, and I couldn't make sense of anything. I couldn't even remember my social security number when the cop asked for it.
I'm not sure about the condition of my car. I can't even remember where it was towed to.