So i woke up on saturday morning at my dads at six fifteen and found my sweat shirt then went out to my car. I started it and backed down the driveway. i turned my headlights on and went down the road. I was driving really fast because i just felt like i needed a rush and well ill just say i wrecked. i hit a tree at 75+ miles an hour. I keep asking my self why didnt i die? What is the purpose of my staying on this world? idk. i hit the side of my head on the side of the door (which smashed the door all to pieces) and the top of my head off of the window, broke the stearing column with my knee, and hurt my shoulder. thats it. i hit the tree so hard that the driver side front dor wont close and all the other doors wont open. i dont know what else to say. i just want you to know that im still here. as much as i dont want to be i still am.