I crashed my mom's car. Wasn't pretty, but I'm relatively okay. The only injuries I have are a thing of cuts on my hand and some bruises on my leg. It hurt me more mentally than physically for sure.

The car on the other hand... She's missing a whole tire. It was off completely. It was on the passenger side btw. The airbags came out and everything. A ton of white stuff on the ground.

The reason this happened was because I couldn't figure out the windshield wipers bc there was water on the windshield.

There's a dumpster on the side of the road and I kinda ran into it.

The neighbors all came out and helped me, including with calling 911. Then I called my Dad then my Mom. Both came and arrived before the police.

Bro the neighbors got out a car to block the road so people would turn around and the police just go "We should still get this car out of the road."

And of fucking course my dad knew one of the people that came with the ambulance.

BUT IF I HEAR SOMEONE SAYING THAT ITS OKAY BECAUSE IM OKAY ONE MORE TIME IM GONNA FUCKING LOSE IT I KNOW THAT BUT I DONT CARE

I didn't even start crying until my parents showed up.

Now everyone just keeps worrying over me and it's starting to annoy me. The only people I'm okay with doing that are my parents.

My brother's not gonna let me live this down though-

I'm just very shaken and that confidence that had started to grow finally is now gone.