My body is still shaking. And I am really, really scared inside. My mind has too many thoughts. But this time, I didn’t cry. I hope I did so I could release some of the tension but I didn’t cry.
Yesterday, the car that I bought for myself as a birthday present was already delivered to us. I’ve been waiting for it the whole time. Yesterday was the happiest day. Do I usually drive? Nope. Do I know how to drive? Yes, but still in the process of learning.
And today, I did bump the car at our neighbor’s gate. My newly bought car. My dad is with me, he would teach me again on how to drive and familiarize myself with the car. We didn’t get hurt.
But the car? It’s awful that it is new. I already put dents, scratches and removed painting at the lower portion of the front hood.
My heart was racing after the crash. Dad was furious. I am really, really scared. I ran to the kitched and prepared hot water, trying to minimize the dents as what we’ve seen in the internet. It did help. But the scratches & removed painting wouldn’t be much resolved.
And now, Dad & my brother brought the car to the mechanic. It wasn’t intentional, I swear I should have stepped on the break, but I did on the accelerator. And that car is a Manual Transmission. I should have bought the Automatic Transmission…
but, it is there and I couldn’t do anything about it but to face it and pay the damages I made. Besides, it is mine. I will pay for it no matter what.
I hope I could get over it as soon as possible and will be able to hold the steering wheel again. I really hope I do. And I hope I could cry over it. But writing this down helped me. It sucks.
And oh, I should have posted a better writing about dream come true- of having a car on my own. And summing up my birthday celebration. All of it was good.
But I’m the worst!