I am that person who can't really talk about all my feelings and what's going on in my head by talking because I don't want someone misinterpreted what I'm trying to say. Yes, I'm bad talkers.
My twitter used to be my place to literally express everything about my feelings but not anymore. Some people I don't know followed me and as I don't want to be rude (because I did talk to them several times) so I followed back. A stupid reason, I know but I have a deeper reason for that I can't explain it here, so let it stay just like that.
Anyway, this is going to be a long story.
Today, I hit someone's car. It was my fault and I understand it. We talked, we changed phone number so tomorrow we'll go together to a car repair. My friend decided to help me with it. She knows really well that I couldn't do the talk so she did it.
I do really understand my mistake and I don't complain anything but what I can't stand how people can't really get enough to what other's are willing to do. I feel like a dumb writing this, really. It's like I don't want to accept my mistake. I know it's my fault but asking too much for a repair? I mean, yes, I will cover up all of it and I know it's already take a lot of money just for the headlights, but saying you don't have any car insurance even though it's a new car? (okay, I don't want to have a negative thinking towards them and I know for sure, for writing something like this I've that negative thinking), and asking to go to a car dealer? God I feel like a dumb writing this. Yes, I know. I'm not a car expert but just by looking at it, the outer is the fatal one. I'm okay with the headlights if you want to change it to the exact dealer because they only sell it there but repairing the outer to the dealer would cost a lot of money more than if you just repair it in a car repair shop. Again, it makes me look like an idiot. I know exactly my mistakes, I know the consequent but I'm complaining here. haha. What a contradiction. But I think, they exaggerated it.
I told my mom about this and she didn't even get mad at me. I mean, of course she was. But she didn't yell like she always do when I don't eat my food or I'm being sooo picky-eater (I am that picky). She asked me if I'm okay and told me what I must do, told me to be more careful. I can't even say a word. I have the best mom in the world yet I couldn't make her happy. I don't even know how to repay everything for what she'd done to me. I'm so sorry mom for being a burden.
Last, my friend, her bf, and her bf's friend going to help me tomorrow. I don't know why they want to help me because they don't know me in the first place, but they are willing to help.
I can't sum everything here. But I hope you know what I meant.
Have a nice coffee.
