I've got whiplash, and a lot of bruising.
It was on thursday, or even early friday morning I guess.
I'm still not sure how to feel about it.
I'm still a little in shock,
and riding in cars gives me panic attacks.
Your immediate thought when you hear about a car crash,
is; "is everyone okay?"
The answer is Yes.
It was just me and Steff,
and we've both just got bruises.
But as for the car,
all I can really say is that the car was really intimate with the pole.
I'm honestly really surprised we walked out of that crash.
I've never seen a car that bad,
even after the crash that killed Ians dad.
I'm really glad for that though.
I couldn't bear losing my sister.
Not now, not ever.
The first thing I did after the crash was scream for her,
to make sure she was okay.
Thinking about it now, I'm surprised at my reaction time.
I've finally stopped shaking, but my heart is still racing.
I'm still in shock, I know that for sure.
But I'm really glad that I got my lip peirced yesterday.
I was thinking about cancelling my appointment after the crash,
but I'm really glad I didn't.
I think it's a good distraction for me right now.
So instead of thinking about slowing my breathing so my chest doesn't hurt,
I'm thinking about how I'm going to eat, or drink,
or what my parents will say.
I guess how I feel about this whole thing is that,
I'm so fucking glad we were wearing seatbelts,
and that nothing was too serious.
I couldn't live without my sister.