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"Sure I like the bubblegum candy, but sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder what the cinnamon stick would taste like. Or the spicy cherry. Or the chewy lemon. But I stay with the bubblegum because I like it already and there's no need to risk hurting my taste buds if the other flavors aren't as good as my bubblegum."

• • Alex Thomsen: so you hurt your taste buds by not letting them explore? who knows, your bubblegum might pale in comparison of the lemon
  • Jessica Long: If only you knew

     
  • Alex Thomsen: oh, but I do...I know that your taste buds cry even now, lamenting that all they know is bubblegum. They beg for a chance to taste bitter sweet lemon and spicy cinnamon. Yet, sadly you ignore them... Come Jessica, step into the world...let your taste buds rejoice at the bountiful flavors they have yet sampled

     
  • Jessica Long: It's really just not as simple as that. It's difficult. Complicated. I'm used to bubblegum.

     

    ~If only I could tell you. If only I could explain to you what this means. If only you knew that what you just said, was impossibly wrong of you to say. If only you could see that that was my cry out and you just nailed the door shut~ 

March 9, 2012

       Today I got into my first car wreck. 
      I was picking up my dog from the groomer. I was completely stupid and let him sit shot gun. I was wearing my seat belt. I was driving back home. How was only down the street and to the right. The dog jumped into my lap. I looked down, pulled him off and by the time I looked back up. I hit the parked blazer. The airbag blew up, my face hurt instantly. I tried pressing the break. The officer says I hit the break instead. So everyone thinks I hit the car going faster than 25mph. Which is false. I couldn't put the car in park so I just took the keys out. I undid my seat belt and opened the car door. I noticed I couldn't open my eyes. They were closed and they weren't opening. I collapsed on my knees and said, "Help. Please." The owner came out of a house I'm guessing and said, "Do you know what you just did. Look at what you did!" I couldn't look at what I did because my eyes were pretty much nailed shut. Even if I wanted to look at the wreckage, I couldn't. The owner called the police and another person came up to me on the street. They said, "Are you okay?" I didn't know if I was okay or not.
       I couldn't see. I felt fine except for the loss of sight thing. I stood up and walked around. Held onto my eyes and paced I'm guessing. I asked the girl who asked if I was okay if I could call my mom. I called her but she couldn't hear me. So the person who yelled at me said, "Do you want me to talk to your mom! Hear let me talk to her." He took the phone from me. He said, "Yeah, Yeah. The cars are wrecked." The officer came up to me while I was sitting on the ground. He asked what happened. I told him. I told him that I couldn't open my eyes either. He called the ambulance. I heard it come. The sirens were unreal. I still couldn't open my eyes. 
       Someone came over to me from the ambulance I'm guessing. They put me into a head piece to keep my head from moving. Then they put me onto the long board and strapped me up. I couldn't see and now I couldn't move. I was pretty scared. The inside of the ambulance was dark and scary. It was like a sc-fy space craft. I could open my left eye a few times. They flushed my eyes out. That was uncomfortable but necessary. Then I heard my mom. If I could have smiled I would have. She was so worried. She was crying. She said I looked awful. She ended up riding with me to the E.R. 
       I opened my eyes once when inside the E.R. They were pushing me. I saw a blur of faces and colorful scrub shirts. That is when I got questioned. "How fast were you going? Where was the dog? Was your seat belt on?"  I felt awful. My mom and my boyfriend ended up coming over. 

       I hated that day.