Just now on the way back, i almost hit a car. Like, seriously, by a split second. Ugh- thinking about it just makes me shiver and - i don't even want to talk about it. Reminds me of my 1st one. I'll never forget that morning. Felt so lonely and scared at the same time. As if the fear is eating me up. These are the moments when i ask myself what if this happens and that happens. Sigh.


Don't know why, after that when i reach home, the first thing i find for is ... my dream. Suddenly, i want it so badly that i felt anger inside me for not being able to have it. Ah so confusing~