I almost died

My usual nights going home involves being upset and being hangry inside the bus. I honestly like my job now but the job is too much for one person. I just want to surrender in someones arms and get appreciation. I get lonely too people. I do.

Dying to go home to eat and sleep the madness. I am used to this. All I wanted was to lie on my bed and end the day. 

When I was crossing a street, I think it was 3 or 4 blocks away from home. I looked left and there was no vehicle passing, when I looked right a White Pajero was too fast I felt the side mirror hit my right arm. I don't know and I can't really remember if I was hit by the side mirror but I felt pain on my right arm for a few seconds. It could be a grab from my angels though. But I remember that I stepped backwards as fast as I can. 

The Pajero stopped and the driver looked at me as if I was wrong. It was a pedestrian lane dude. I blankly stared at him and felt a surge of adrenaline to shout. But I was damn tired and he drove away-FAST. I can't even remember his face. He didn't even say sorry. If I wasn't fast enough to step back I was already in the ICU for hitting his windshields. Or worst stepping back and another vehicle from behind hits me. Thank you lord, for saving me.

As I crossed the street in vain, restless, mad, tired, and hungry. 

The vehicle on the opposite street opened her windows and asked if I was okay. My god. Thank god for a witness. I answered back and said I was okay. But I honestly wanted to cry. Walking again for a few more blocks made me realize that there was no point in being weak. I am strong now, I will try not to depend on anyone. Because this city ain't for the weak! and so I almost died. I can't leave earth yet. 

I will survive. I shall buy my own car. Eventually.