It's been exactly one year since I was hit by a drunk driver. I lived. My car didn't. He was going 100 mph. A classmate at my college got hit by a drunk driver and died about 6 months ago. WHAT THE FUCK. How come if pain and life is supposed to happen it has to be so hellish. Death affects even those most spiritual and connected to their god. How does this separation of souls make us better. I just want to cry.
Oh do I need some new pills, cause this generic shit just ain't cutting it.