Life... and something like that

its 1.26am, n i'm suppose to be sleepin as its another workin day tomolo. but i juz cant seem to fall asleep properly. had been tossing and turnin in bed for almos 3 hours dy, but sumhow my feelin r so stirred up i cant seem to get any proper sleep.
feelin hungry, wanted to eat sum donuts but found tat it smells a bit weird dy, so better not. sigh.... insomnia.... i guess this is wat they call post-traumatic experience...
two days ago, on thursday nite to be exact, i couldnt slept da entire nite. my heart was beatin at an abnormal pace, sweat keep cumin out of my palms and foot, cold sweat. why, why didn't i dodge. i suppose there was enough time. but i jus froze. the only thing tat flashed through my mind was him. as the car sped towards me, i took a step backward, but tats it. i jus stared at the green proton wira as it ran into me. the only thing that i murmured to my self( or more to my subconscious mind) is that "this is it, this is where it ends."
but it didn't. the pain at tat time was unbearable, but i got away with barely any injuries at all. even though the car stopped exactly on top of my left foot, and my body smashed onto the car as it pinned my foot... i felt as if da bones in my foot are shattered before it went numb, and before i knew it i was on the ground squealing in pain. but tats it. in the car, on da way to da hospital, i was in pain as my leg felt like it jus got ran over by a car, literally. E-lyn was comfortin me and constantly checkin for anything wrong with me. but i couldn't express myself properly, as my thoughts were still no where to be traced. at da hospital, sittin on da wheel chair, i looked at all d other patients around me. suddenly, it struck me, that i'm okay. i'm very well and still alive. its not everyday tat sumone go through all that and escape with barely a scratch. but i manage to do so. so maybe i should be counting my blessings(quoting E-lyn) cos i m indeed lucky.
and him, i noe or at least i like to think tat he's watching over me. i keep gettin into one accidents after another. but everytime i manage to escape with the least of injuries. and this time, the worst part of my 'gettin-run-over-by-a-car' experience is jus da part where i had to receive an injection of pain-killer. I HATE NEEDLES!!! oh, and not to forget that extremely rude female doctor who treated me in the 'bitchiest'' way possible. and even though my pelvic region now hurts like hell, but i guess i'm wokay.
really, i'm wokay...