I've had my beautiful little 2000 silver Ford Focas for three days. Carl and I had to babysit his cousin, Garrit. I dropped them off back into Frankfort at Garrit's house, and I went back to my house to get a few things, because we'd be babysitting for three days. I had to go to Citgo in Pleasant Valley, for pop. On my way back, *bare with me things start getting fuzzy after this) I had just past Maplegrove Road, and around that little bin. My car started shaking real bad, from what I was told I went off the road to the right, then to the left hitting the guardrail, then off to theh right again, into a fence almost hitting a pole. I screamed at the top of my lungs for atleast 45 seconds. My throat was still sore this morning when I woke up. I was so damn scared, my phone wasn't working and one girl that stopped to see if I was alright (if you read this, thank you so much!) and I used her phone calling mom and Carl.
Carl, mmm, he was so scared. When I got out of the squad, he was hugging me so tightly, and don't raz him, but he was CRYING! Oh God, he just kept telling me that my car was a hunk of metal, that it could be replaced, but not me. I was so worried that my purchaser would have been so mad at me!!!
After all the police reports, and everything settled, I finally got home and changed my clothes. Carl, Kyle and Kasey changed my tire (thank you) and took it for a ride, nothing was too badly damaged, just some deep gashes in my bumper with a big hole, and my find was dented from the guide lines.
Carl said when he came over that hill, he had flash backs from his wreck he had. He was so good to me since it happened, I mean with him crying, I finally realized that he really does care for me and loves me. Makes me happy to know someone really does love me (someone that's not family or I see as family) Well, Carl is part of my family now, and he has been for a while, I love him. :)
After all was done, this morning, my dad was right, it does feel like I got hit by a Mac Truck. It's mainly in my back, my neck, bottom part of my head, my right arm and thumb.
Carl, Garrit and I walked through Frankfort a few hours ago, around 9 or so, and I realized that I have some numbness in my right leg, I can't really move it right. I hope it wears off I got work Monday.

Don't get mad, I decided not to go to the hospital (In which I probably should have)

And after all this, I STILL don't belive in God. But if he was watching me, if he exsisted. He fucked up when I went off the road.

**If you guys want to check on me, I'd have you call the cell. But after all this my phones broken too. (How my laptop survived I don't know) Hm. I'll check myspace from time to time. So leave some love.

Love always,
Alli