The Worst Day

I left my house this morning at around 8:10am. I was heading to work early, because yesterday I left work early. My day would have gone a little better if I had just stayed at work yesterday till 4:30pm. Before I left the house I grabbed my new CD which I had been forgetting in my room the last couple days, again a better day if I had just forgot the CD.

So there I am driving in my car, with my new CD turned up as loud as it would go, without sounding terrible. I look ahead, only to see a kitty dart out right in front of me. I had no time to think, let alone slam on my breaks. I freaked out, literally freaked out. I heard it under my car. I couldn't stop, there was too much traffic. I finely got into the right lane and pulled down the first road I saw. I cried hard, like you do when you get hurt, or lose something that means so much to you. All I could think about was The poor little girl, or boy, or person who's cat that was/is. I say is, because when I looked in my mirror I couldn't see it. I only hope its not suffering. I couldn't go back and look, I feel awful. The worst is it makes me think of other things, things I don't want to think about, but I can't help it.