Sunday, 24 November 2019 | 09:44 AM
You know, today is a Sunday, still not a day of sun.
I am always talking about shit and stuff. Even though I was not sitting on a closet, yesterday I did the most massive shat I made ever.
It’s been a sad life for me recently. The dullest days of my life. I feel like I am depressed, probably I am not, and yet I am having dull days. Everything goes bad.
My self esteem used to be great all the time. Maybe too much…
I feel like I can’t fail. I am the best.
Hell, I am not. I was coming back home, it was midnight already. It rained for the whole day, and was still, the thinnest drops. Road was slippery, I was taking a bend. Usual speed. Above 20mph, as always (I am an ass, as always. Indeed).
Basically I lost control on the slippery ground, banked right and left, my car did a spin and crashed on the rail. Fortunately I was unhurt. Not physically. In my mind, I am devastated. My brain hurts. I cried and cried.
The worst thing is I just realised I cannot learn from mistakes. I had two more accidents in the last two years. But I had many other near-misses.
You know what’s the funniest part?
The first near miss I’ve had, ever, was on a bend. Slippery road. I was rushing back home. I desperately needed a poop.
It looks like three years apart I had my great shat! Will it be satisfactory enough though?
PS. Don’t worry, my arse have been extruding mass ever since I started to write this post, twenty minutes ago. It is yucky, yet nothing compared to the other one.