Sooo I accidentally backed up into my older cousins truck with a golf cart that had no brakes a while back. I ended up denting his door and under carriage, along with messing up the paint amounting to the cost of 10 grand.
I felt and still feel incredibly and unimaginably guilty and I've apologized over and over again, and yet I still got the hole in my gut, an it fucking sucks.
So tonight he brought a bunch of his buddies to fish in the pond and it was great for awhile but then the brought it up again, my cousin admitted he was still a little angry about it in a playful way and that kinda just brought ALL OF IT back so I just went outside on the front porch at 9:30 at night, no lights and sat there punching a post until I bruised my good hand.
In short, one of my worst nights out here
