Emotional

I hate being emotional. You can never control what you're doing because how you're feeling is too busy doing that for you. I'm suppose to be spending this summer with my sister. I just got here yesterday. How about this morning I get a phone call from mom my telling me that my grandmother who was already in the hospital has taken a turn for the worst. She tells me that her and my dad are on their way to the hospital and that they will give me more info on the situation as soon as they have it. This afternoon I get a phone call fron my dad who tells me that my grandma has just finished having surgery and is now unconscious. He tells me that people are their supporting my mom like her coworkers and his family; everyone, but me. I'm two hours away what came I really do to help. "Maybe you should go back," my sister tells me. I was thinking that the whole time, but I wasn't really sure if it was a good idea. I decided to good anyway. I figure that this was a moment I could show my mom I was I there for her by actually being there.
I start out on the highway. This is a two hours drive by the way(<- just thought i shuld mention it again). There's alot of construction around the area I need to get off at. I pass by a sign that says right line ends, but since I'm in a middle lane I figure it's not pertaining to me. I was wrong. I'm still going about my business in the same lane trying to find my exit when I notice the truck behind me is getting over. At the same time I notice highway cones start to appear in my lane. I try to get over, but the truck passing me is longer than i thought and if I don't want to get hit I better stay put, which is exactly what did. In my franatic state however, just before getting over into the right lane after the truck passes I manage to hit a cone. More like total, but its all the same right about now.
As soon as I could pull over I did and I immediately burst into tears. The problem wasn't me crying either. The problem was I didn't know why I was crying. Was it for my grandma, my mom, me, or the cone I just murdered. Either way I wasn't going to be able to drive two hours in the state that I was in. So I didn't. When I gained some posure I headed back I my sister's house to let all the cyberspace know my business and that I'm a bad drive who can't read road signs (<- im really not. its just a one time thing.......i hope). Writing all of this down has calmed me so much that I think I'm going to do something out of character.........clean. THANKS CYBERWORLD!!!! Until next time ~waves bye~!!!!