I told Brandon about what happened to me yesterday when I was walking and I overheard the lady who had just moved into this apartment speaking to Jesse, Kelly, and Kelly's PCA about how she felt like the fact that she was drinking when her accident happened saved her life and I got pissed off that she said that she felt like it was okay to drink and drive. Brandon told me that I should've minded my own business and that it was
my choice to get into the car with Tim drinking that caused my accident- so it basically was
ALL my fault that I'm in a wheelchair.. The moment that Brandon said that complete bullshit- he was striked out in my book of people who I'll willingly speak to. He doesn't know
a THING about my situation and just by the ignorance of those comments it proves it to me. He said to me,"you're the one who got in the car with a guy that you knew was drinking." then I said,"I didn't know anyone else." then he said,"you could've called a cab." damn.. He is such a fuckin ass. So I bit my tongue and said,"I didn't know any cabs, I was outta state and
ONLY 16!" then he said,"yeah but you knew he was drinking and I know that I'm not gonna get into a vehicle with a person that's drinking." *sigh* easier said than done. I don't know what was going on but I know that he isn't fuckin perfect and he needs to shut the fuck up when it comes to my accident. He wasn't there and it didn't happen to him.
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