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So here I am... I can barely type because my hand has seven stitches, my lip is busted up, I can't walk and I have a busted up rip cage. Short of the mild contusion on my head, nothing hurts more than the outcome of my lifes events. So I was in a car accident... I totaled my dads truck... Courtney has injuries that will scar her for life... We were all heavily under the influence, or at least 2 of us were. Courtney was driving, we did 70 into a telephone pole and are all lucky to be alive. By all chances.. we should be dead. But none of that hurts right now. What hurts me the most is the fact that my mom tore me away from everything I have learned to love and brought me to this hell whole of a home called Kentucky. I guess I pushed her too far. After I ran away I went into Detox for about 5 days at Circles of Care. I thought that maybe I changed... but I didnt. Two weeks after I got out I snorted 2 demorals and 2 xanex and ran my dads truck into a telephone pole. I ran 1/4 of a mile for help and half way through I passed out and went into psychogenic shock. I dont remember much after that.. just alot of blood. Maybe this was supposed to be my wake up call.