Come Up To Meet YouTell You I'm Sorry
You Don't Know How Lovely You Are A few things have happened in the past week or so. Last Monday I got in a wreck, and this past weekend I went to stay with Ray in Statesboro. As for the wreck, it's as simple as this. Some dumbass tried to fly into Hardee's without slowing or using a turn signal and had to stop because someone was pulling out in front of him. It left the back end of his Durango in the road, and when I hit the brakes, my car wouldn't stop and I rear-ended him. By law it was my fault, even if it really wasn't, plus the Blazer is history because the repairs would cost more than the vehicle's even worth. I also owe Aaron 8oo dollars for that vehicle and have to pay that off before even considering on getting another car. Things have seemed to turn out in my favor however. I wasn't charged for the accident in the first place, the guy fled the scene of the accident, was driving under a suspended license, and wasn't covered under insurance. The vehicle belonged to his wife, who was uncovered also. They found the guy later, I identified him and so now he's in jail and they are investigating his wife. If all goes well, seeing as these people have so many charges against them, we will probably have to pay nothing and our insurance will remain secure. They have a court date set for September 21st. During that time I should be in Atlanta with Tiffany, Becca, and her parents at AWA. The week before that my parents and I will be in Texas to watch Aaron graduate from his basic training. I can't wait to see Aaron, but I am nervous about explaining what happened to his vehicle when we see him. As for this past weekend, I went with Raymond's family to Statesboro in order to pay him a visit. The two days before this had been a bit nerve-wracking, so I was somewhat apprehensive once I was on my way. I did draw a little on the way, which was something I hadn't done since before Summer began. (It has started one hell of a drawing streak, too) I was still somewhat nervous when we arrived and couldn't find much to say. All that I knew though, despite the fact that I was so jittery, was that I wanted to touch him so bad that my hands and arms ached with it. I've missed him so much. I get paranoid sometimes, and have a hard time coping, but I know now that he knows exactly what I feel in those moments, and I have no fear of anger because of a misunderstanding. I don't blame him though, if he became tired with my incessant tumults of the psyche. I become frustrated with them constantly.
As for anything else, I don't know what to say. It is the same occurrences for passing days.
And Tiffany, I made an effort to finish my update so you'll be happy.
<3!
Yours Maniacally.
