So, it finally happened...what you might ask? Well, I'll tell you, I just backed up into my dad's truck now there's a giant dent in the back of my car...yay me! (No, that was sarcasm) 
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Man, I knew this day would come but I didn't honestly think that it would be so fast...I was hoping that it'd be when I'm out of the house and away from my screaming parents. When I said that I wanted to see more emotion out of my dad, I didn't mean it in the angry sense. 
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But hey, I think it's better than the silent guy. I just, I didn't mean to do it, of course. No one ever means to back up into another car. It was an accident. But to be honest, I don't think my dad cares. It seems like he never does. It's not until now that I'm feeling guilty. 
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I guess I'm still in shock about what happened. Ah, well it's just another thing to add to the list of things I screw up about. Trust me it's a long list...It seems that lately I can't do anything right. It makes me sad but I don't know I think my dad's making a big deal about it. 
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It's not like anyone got hurt...except for the car of course but then again I wasn't the one that paid for it. I don't think I've ever seen my dad this mad...oh except for that time that my mom got a dent in her car...hmmm talk about dejavu. 
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Anyways I can't exactly smile right now because well that'd just be sadistic and I'm still feeling guilty. But I'm smiling on the inside because I think this is God telling me something. Personally I think it's that I should pay more attention. Realistically I think it's God saying, pay attention when you're driving or next time, you're gonna meet me face to face. Hah, okay that made me smile but, hey whatever right? In the end, it's just a car and no one got hurt. 
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Oh, I forgot to add that after I backed out and hit the truck and past my dad yelling at me and storming out I was backing out onto the road and I paused right before and lucky that I did cause a car came outta nowhere and lets just say that God saved my butt again. 
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Man, this is like the 50th almost accident and 1st time accident. But really it was an accident. I told my parents I didn't want to drive and maybe subconsciously I did it on purpose so I wouldn't have to drive. But really driving is scary. To be honest I hate it. 
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Really hate it. I wish I could walk everywhere but my mom won't let me. They think that I'm some weak little girl which I guess I am weak but still. It's not like it's my fault I get sick so easily or that I'm highly sensitive. Nope, I blame biology. I wonder though what my mom will say when she gets home. It's weird. When I got back from picking my brother up from school orientation my dad didn't even say anything. Which scares the heck out of me.
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Like I said, silent dad is the scariest of all. He didn't even look at me. I think he was too mad to say anything. Did I mention not only did my car have a dent and lose some paint, I also messed up some of the paint on my dad's car? Yeah, my day is just going fantastic. 
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Okay I think that quote from that book I read in English is true: Sarcasm is the cry of the weak. Sigh, so here I am venting my feelings which aren't really that odd. I don't feel sad, just guilty. I should have looked before I backed out. I'm also kind of hoping that this is all just a dream sadly it's not. I remember when my mom got a dent on her car, wow my dad went bonkers and my mom was in tears. 
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But I made a promise. I'm not gonna cry because of my dad anymore. It's stupid. Besides once this life is over...there'll really be something to smile about. :)