Sasha (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} downthewindows) wrote,@ 2008-05-06 19:34:00 |
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I'm glad to be alive.
Sometimes I wonder if things like this happen all the time for a reason. I wonder if I do something to make them follow me, or if I just have horrible luck. Every time, there's always an excuse to stop it from being my fault. This time, it was that fuck with the truck that didn't look before he turned and almost hit face first if it wasn't for Jimmy's swerve. It was his fault.
But still, I wonder. In all of these things, I'm the constant. It has to be me. It has to be.
When Jim turned like that, he saved our lives. We would have went under. Instead, when he turned, it hit my side, but I walked away with a banged up knee. I wouldn't have been able to think as quickly as him.
Sometimes I wonder if things like this happen all the time for a reason. I wonder if I do something to make them follow me, or if I just have horrible luck. Every time, there's always an excuse to stop it from being my fault. This time, it was that fuck with the truck that didn't look before he turned and almost hit face first if it wasn't for Jimmy's swerve. It was his fault.
But still, I wonder. In all of these things, I'm the constant. It has to be me. It has to be.
When Jim turned like that, he saved our lives. We would have went under. Instead, when he turned, it hit my side, but I walked away with a banged up knee. I wouldn't have been able to think as quickly as him.
