It was insanely windy and pouring rain. I was going ten miles under the speed limit already, and as I was pulling into the turning lane where a truck was already waiting, I coasted and pumped my brakes. Still, it was obvious we were approaching far too quickly. I panicked and slammed the brakes.

I was going no more than 10mph at the point of impact. My boyfriend and I lunged out of our seats no more than if I had slammed the brakes. The truck was an '02 Ford Sports Trac. It didn't have a scratch. The man driving it was very nice, (hopefully.) He said he won't call it in because there was nothing apparently wrong with his truck (I smashed into/under his rear bumper.) My hood, however, crumpled. It's amazing how totaled the front of my car is, considering how slow we were going.

He's an Intelligence Specialist for the Department of Defense. So I hope that means he's pretty well off and won't bother with it. He did seem nice, but I keep worrying he'll get home and see something different in the light and decide to call it in.

Regardless, I'm really fucking pissed and upset and I don't know what else. If I had done something wrong... if there was something for which I could feel guilty, I don't think I'd feel as bad, honestly. It's this feeling of abyss-like helpessness that's irritating me. The fact that I did everything I could and was so very careful, and in the end it couldn't help me avoid something like this.

I'm glad everyone is okay, though. Glad is the understatement of the year.

I really hoped I'd never get into an accident, as naive as that sounds.