i wish i was angrier.
i was i wasn\'t sat in my smashed car in the middle of a busy road, whispering \"please don\'t hurt me\" over and over when i realized it was man who crashed into me.
i wish my door wasn\'t jammed shut, causing me to climb over my passenger seat to get out.
i wish i didn\'t have to drag the 40kg stray parts of my car off the busy road, i wish he helped instead of standing there watching.
i wish i didn\'t stand in front of him, shaking and crying, muttering apologizes.
i wish i was angrier.
i should\'ve gotten out of what you could hardly call my car anymore, and punched him right in the face.
i wish i yelled at him to answer me when he refused to answer why he wasn\'t indicating.
i wish i told him how he caused an 18 year old girl to lose her dream car, everything she\'d work for, just for him to complain about having a scratch on his.
i should\'ve told him how he gave me a concussion, sprained my neck, made me fall behind at university and let my car get sent off to a junk yard for parts.
i wish i could\'ve told him how my mother almost got fired because she had to leave work to come to the crash scene and rescue me.
when the email came through blaming me for the crash, i wish slashed holes in his tires, i wish i smashed the windows in, i wish i keyed his stupidly large car.
i wish he didn\'t wreck mine.
i wish he indicated that day, and sometimes i find ways to blame myself.
i wish i never left my home at all, maybe my 1990 ford laser would still be sitting in the driveway.