I think that's the case, yeah. Like a survival instinct, but for our mental well-being. Like yeah, I literally could have died if my timing was even a second different. But I didn't. Strange how the mind just processes this sometimes.

Thank you. It's crazy how close of a call it was--I keep thinking how different things would have been if I crossed a moment sooner.

Maaannn...there's no telling how I'll be feeling, then, when the realization sets in. This feels so strange.

It's so strange. I feel like I disassociated as a traumatic defense mechanism. But I'm damn lucky things played out like they did. If I started crossing even a second earlier...hmm.

I hope the driver has trouble sleeping over this and I hope he rethinks his life.

--I don't feel a sense of "holy shit, I almost died!" but rather "...huh. I almost died."

I dunno if that's the shock or what.

Strange evening.

I'm thankful, of course. I'm just not sure if I'm underreacting.

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Relatable

I'm elbow-deep in my zines and I don't wanna stop

The hell that is the artist with many ideas and no time 🥲

Come on, Bagel, get it together!