Listening to: Red House Painters - Have You Forgotten?
Mood: "Somehow they feel up, and you feel down."

Traffic was bad because of an accident today. When I passed the wreckage I saw a kid my age sitting on the side of the road, and another one motionless in the driver's side of the car with a plastic neckbrace shoving his head unnaturally back on the headrest. His arms hung. I'm not sure if he was okay.

Even then, I was so mad because people didn't just keep driving.

I haven't cried in a while - but I was disturbed that my priorities have shifted so much that my reputation at work was the dominant concern in my head after seeing what I had just seen.

I feel so far away.