I no longer have a prefect record. I feel awful. Terrible.
I hit my neighbors car this morning with the bug.
I was so shaken when I walked inside to tell mom. I had to lean up against the counter to keep from falling over. I don’t know what happened, but I wish more than ever that I could get my hands on a time machine and keep myself from hitting that car. Mom said not to worry about it, but its all I am thinking about. Dad said that everything will work out fine, and I belive him, yet I still feel like I need to do something. I don’t want to dirve. I feel like I have killed the bug. I know its going to be ok, I just feel like crap.
