12.
The number that's making me feel like hell right now.
I indirectly caused him to lose 12 demerit points by talking to him while he was driving.
He ran the red light because he couldn't stop the car in time at the traffic lights at Adam Road. The photograph probably had a good shot of me gasping in disbelief.
If I hadn't request for a drive home tonight, it wouldn't have happened.
4 1/2years of clean driving record, ruined, less than a week before he is collecting his own car, a Mitsubishi Lancer Sports.
Shit. I'm tearing myself up with the guilt, and have no fucking mood to go for the movie and clubbing tomorrow night. I feel worse thinking about how he's feeling right now.
Argh. I hate myself.
About Me
- Koyuki.JenxGeR
She lives by 1 motto: "Why not?"
I love reading - Poetry, comics, fanfics, fictions, the lots. I scribble a little myself, even though I'm bloody awful- But that's why you'll see a lot of quotes from famous people past, or scribbles of my poems or attempts at stories.
Look at me above chest level, & perhaps you may recognise a warm-blooded woman in residence.
She laughs, she cries, she's a lady of whims, she's well-read, she loves her friends and her \m/ music. Come say hi.
Loves with a fury passion, but sometimes feel detached from the rest of the world.
"And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present in the world." - Albert Camus
Insecurity results in my trusty self-defence machination, so I appear headstrong, stubborn, self-derogatory.
Capacity for love is near despicable, despite being excessively wary and jaded at the moment.
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion
Attempting to understand the real me is akin to opening Pandora's Box, or maybe a can of worms... I might just surprise you.
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