Normally I try to avoid all little while creatures while driving. Today I saw a squirrel through the corner of my eyes run under my car and I couldn’t stop on time.
It was 8 hours ago. I’m still can’t move on. I’m sorry Baxter! Yes, I named him/her. Don’t judge me!
I drove around again, he/he is laying on his/her back.
Guilt is eating at me.











