October 10th 2008.

Innocently driving along in the traffic on the m4 going towards London to get to the bf's house.
Some jerk cuts in 3 cars infront and everyone slams their breaks on,
two seperate crashes happen, one behind the other, mine being one of them.
I go straight into the back of this bmw estate, their car shows very little damage in comparison to mine, which has straight away been written off.

The whole concept of me nearly dying is a weird one, because it could have happened. I was just lucky this time I suppose. Though the whiplash & backpains are getting bad. Apparently they're going to plateu soon, but that doesn't mean it still won't be painful.

It fucks you up, it was just a little bump, it was a big crash. No air bag, seatbelt snapped back too late so my body hit the steering wheel. Everything seems trivial in comparison now, and it's really difficult to come to terms with. There's even skidmarks on the m4 from my car and another car from when it happened.

I want to cry each time I think about it, because I don't really understand how I feel.