All I knew was when I looked up, there was no time for reaction at all. Crashed right into the cab in front of me, both air bags came out. My head crashed into the air bag, thick smoke started fuming out fr my bonnet. I thought my car was going to explode and I'm going to die...
For a second, I really wished I could. My thoughts came back to reality. Quickly unbuckled my seat belts and got out of the car. I think.. I'm afraid of death actually...
At 3.30am in the wee morning, I felt very helpless. I can only call my bro for help... If this was a way of a reconciliation between me and my bro, this was too much a price for me to pay...
I feel like shit now. Gotta face the worst tmr and next week.
Seriously, can't things get better? Why do I feel that things just keep getting worse? Like.. Fml seriously.