Ming’s Mind

Ladyluck must hate me a lot or maybe it’s just simply
because it’s the 13^th today, I’m not sure. I’m actually a very good
and careful driver but why do people keep hitting on my car?

 

It was such a nice day and I was planning for a
happy-chit-chat day with my old school best friend (a girl; and if you’re
reading this, please don’t feel guilty at all since this has nothing to do with
you, really) after sending a package in the post office.

 

My car got hit on the back side (which is a valid proof that
I’m the victim here) on the crossroad by an old fart who’s taking his dusty
twat along and they fell. I stopped for a moment and observed their condition.
They seem to be okay and I continue onwards. I continued. Yes, you read that
correctly. I am the victim here and I’m very aware of the fucked up law (if you
can even call it that) that we have to obey here. I’ve been hit so many times and they ran away all the time. ALL THE  FCUKING TIME!

 

No matter you’re right or wrong if you’re driving a car and
happen to hit or got hit by a motorcycle, you-the car owner-is the one who has
to pay for the damage.

 

Anyway, someone chased me and told me that they’re reporting
to the police if I don’t go back to the scene. I went back and I raged at them.
I’m very scary when I’m mad and I told them to go to the police station to
solve this problem since they’re asking me to pay for the medication and repair
fee. These turd-brained, I’m shy and disagree to call them this, humans.

 

The police took our licenses and wrote down some details. He
said that he’s not in favor of anyone, yet he’s telling me to apologize to this
blind old fart.

 

My sister got there and she told me to just pay them so that
they won’t suspend my car for one month and sending us to the court after my
car got rusty during the suspension. We’re driving these turd brains to the
doctor. We paid their consultation fee. We paid the medicine. We paid the
repairing fee. With our hard-earned money.

 

I’m feeling terrible.

I know it that I’m right.

I’m a victim.

He hit my car.

We have to pay for everything.

 

What k

ind

of logic is this?

 

 

I’m so angry.

I’m so very angry.

I’m so angry that I can’t feel any emotions at all anymore.

 

 

Someone please save me out of this country, if you can even
call it one? Please?

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