"Well, you're OK and that's all that matters."

I got in an accident. Not my fault. I was the victim. Someone wasn't controlling their controlled collision too well, and I was in the way. Shit happened. Melissa said I looked like I was going to kick some ass after it happened. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt anyone. Actually, I just feel sort of impotent. No, there weren't any crucial bits injured, but now I have to rely on people I don't trust/like to help me get around (read: my father). The car isn't totalled, but it'll be a while before I get it back. Whatever, that isn't important at all...in the grand scheme, transportation is irrelevant. All that matters is relationships.

Everyone around me is going to the hospital for things that shouldn't have happened to them. Then it's my turn to get hurt and I come out fine. Doesn't this mean something? The last time I got in a car accident, I was thrown though the windshield onto the hood of the car (no seatbelt, 45 mph), and all I got were some cuts on my forehead. Am I this generation's Bruce Willis?

When I went to the hospital today to see my grandmother, I realized that all she did was fall down.