R.I.P Jetta.
"If she doesn't have the worst luck ever, she doesn't have any luck at all." - My mom.
So yesterday I'm on my way to school and it's raining really hard out. I'm on Rt. 44, and I'm screwing because it's almost 9:15 and my class started at 9:30. The guy in front of me stops really fast but I had enough time because I wasn't that close to him, but the lady behind me didn't stop AT ALL. She came flying at me with a huuuge SUV and totally smashed into the rear end of my car, sending me flying into the guy in front of me. I smashed my head on the steering wheel, ending in a mild concusion and I have a sprained neck from wip-lash. It was the WORST experience of my life, I've never been so scared. And the worst part was: I knew she was going to hit me because I checked my mirror after I stopped because I knew there was someone behind me. And they tell you to be calm and not tense up because that's how you get hurt- but I gripped the steering wheel and probabaly made it worse. I spent the day in the hospital with my AMAZING best friend Jonathan, who came to my rescue after I called him sobbing saying I crashed my car. Now I can't move my head and my back is killing me. And I'm out of work and school for a few days- ugh. My car is pretty fucked up but we're hoping with the insurance money I can either fix it or get a newer car since mine is a piece anywayy.
But really-- what did I do to deserve all this? Karma's a bitch, but there's no WAY that this is still karma paying me back for everything.