No, this is not a melodramatic post about how break ups hurt but it makes you a stronger person.

This is about me being involved in a car accident this morning at 12:30 am. Well, it wasn't a fatal one and I thank God for that.

I went to Bonifacio Global City last night to meet up with my friends for coffee. It was my first time to drive alone in C5 road and it's by far the furthest I've driven to alone (45-minute drive from my house). The traffic was quite heavy but I got there safe and sound. I was proud of myself.

Around 12:15 am, we decided to go home. I knew there were still trucks so I was extra cautious. We were approaching the elevated road, I looked at the rear view mirror and saw a big vehicle driving behind me. He was no less than 5 meters away from me. Of course I kept driving then suddenly, I felt my car shook and saw my left side mirror flew. I immediately panned right but the 8-wheeler truck still caught me. It hit the side of my car and it just drove away like nobody's business. Unfortunately, we didn't get the plate number. It was driving too fast and we were in total shock.

I didn't know where to go but I knew I had to move because I was blocking the road so I drove in front of the island, took my phone and called Seq. I knew he couldn't really do anything but I needed to talk to someone. The girls I was with were also in the state of shock so I didn't bother talking to them. Seq told me to just drive home because we couldn't really do anything given the circumstances. But thanks to a taxi driver who passed by, he reported it to the police who were standing by Pasig road. I had already started driving when a group of policemen came running to me. I parked behind their car and then they inspected mine. They advised me to go to the nearby police station to file a police report. We weren't familiar with the place so one of the policemen offered to drive us there. I didn't get his name but thank you, sir!

It was the first time I've ever been to a police station. They asked me to fill out some documents and then asked me more questions. They were quite accommodating but intimidating (must be the uniform!). We were there for about half an hour. After that, we drove home. I was still shaking but I was feeling a tad bit better. I dropped my friends off Marcos Highway. From there, I was alone in the car. I was consciously telling myself that I could do it, that I could drive myself home. There were some smaller trucks driving by and a couple of them were beside me. I was quite scared but I was telling myself that I shouldn't be. I was reminding myself that things like this happen and that I should be more careful next time. But above everything, I was praying and thanking God that my friends and I didn't get hurt.

Will I still drive? Yes. (see title).