Wrecked

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No, not the good kind of wrecked. There was no alcohol involved. Basically, I got in a car accident this morning on my way to school. Everyone was rubber-necking to look at someone on the side of the road with a burnt-out radiator, and somehow I ended up accordioned between two other cars. It was fun, have to say. The not breathing because of the smoke from the airbags, and the abrasions all across my chest from the impact, and the dislocated thumb. It's all good. Oh yeah, and the fact that I totaled my little child. I loved that car, dammit. And even if I hadn't, I don't have the money to get a new one. I can barely afford clothes and food. The other day, I was forced to buy those cheap little $0.79 soups for my lunches because I'm so frickin poor. Honestly, the only way that I see myself getting a car anytime soon is by not driving at all for a few months, and saving all the money that usually goes to my monthly insurance. (Of course, that's gonna go up a few hundred.) Plus since someone squashed me from behind, I'm guaranteed at least $500, and possibly up to $3000. My liability insurance covers the girl I hit (who, btw, drove away with all of two scratches on her bumper), but I don't have any collision, so my insurance won't pay for any of the damage on my car that's my fault. However, this gets messy because the guy behind me, by shoving me even farther under the other girl's car, caused even more damage to the front end. But basically, my car is gone. Dead. My little rabbit has ceased to breath, and I'm considering having a frickin funeral for it. Christ. So yeah, now that I'm finally home, the whole calculating dead feeling is wearing off, and I just want to cry. My neck hurts, my chest hurts, my lungs hurt, my hand hurts, and my pride hurts. My financial/academic/college situations are all piling up on me, and my car getting totaled is just a cherry on top. The worst part is, it's not even finished yet. I still have to call my insurance agency and give them my story, then file the accident reports, and then.... oh yeah... I have to fight with the other guy's insurance agency so that I get as much money as I can. And homework. I can't even think about it right now. All I want to do is sleep. And cry. Mostly sleep, though. No homework tonight. My teachers will understand. And I think piano's out of the question for a few days.

Bon soir.