WHIRL WIND

Dear Non- exsistant reader....
I hit a car yesterday morning... again! I was on my way to guitar class, but i told my boyfriend work and my parents because i dont want them to know i am spending my money on a music class. I was putting 20$ in an envelop and i looked down and then looked back up, the black suburu was 2 inches from me. I slammed on my brakes and ran straight into the fucking car. It's my fault... I paint my nails, clean, write shit down, change... anything well I drive. The tom boy looking women got out of the car  screaming " ARE YOU KIDDING ME....... THERES A BABY IN THE CAR!" I was mortified I could not believe this was happening to me again. I was fucked. I am fucked..... ( I have already chewed all my nails off....)   i JUST RECIEVED MY LICENSE BACK BECAUSE I AM UNDER 20 AND THIS HAS HAPPENED BEFORE. The baby was screaming, The mother yelled " I'm calling the police, who lucky new my dad when he showed up and gave me a basic speed charge. Thank you sir, I will pray for you every night.My car had a pretty fucked up hood and her's had a few scratches and a dent. Which i found it ironic that my little silver car was all fucked up and she was asking her husband if they need a tow....  really. I  was given my ticket, tried to comfort the little girl who was telling me about her first day of kindergarden and screaming about how she didnt want a new car seat. I was praying my dad wouldn't drive by in his big blue truck and see the  mess I had created.  I lived about 5 minutes from the accident.  I said as many apologies as possible and was comforted by the police man ( thank god, you are my hero). He was a sweet heart, I should send him flowers!  I shook the bitches hand (She could of at least said somthing to me , anything. It was a hit from behind not a fucking T-Bone....).    I took my license, ticket, insurance card and new shiney ticket and left with the "Victum's" of my rage.  I have still yet to tell my parent's. The car is under my dad's name... I have a court date on October 1st. there going to find out....... They probably ALREADY KNOW! I drove to the gas station, called crying to work, explaining the situation. Then Called my friend Boz. This dudes the shit. I called him in tear's "I fucked my car up.. I can't bring it home..." He said come on up to deerfeild. I drove  20 to 25 min and got to his friends house, very backwoods and they pulled out my grill and untended my bumper. I paid them each 4 dollars and they will go down in history for being my heros.... God love em..... No how do i tell my parents......

P.S I just had to retype this whole peice because I deleted it on accident.... Yay me.