Awaiting my death sentence

here i am.. sitting in front of my computer feeling so shitty, i think i can just die..

i'm waiting 4 my dad to come home.. and award me with the ultimate death sentence..

it all started this evening...

my parents were busy getting ready for a dinner thingy so they asked me to go get my sis at a motivation camp thingy, and they told me to use the van coz they wanted to use the car so i tried to reverse the van out of the driveway but my fathers car was in the way... but i tried anyway.. resulting in me barely grazing the bumper of the van with the bumper of the myvi.. BUMMER.. the paint job was a lil scratched.. the size of a pebble but my father was fuming mad! i ran away so that my father could do nothing but watch me drive away in his favourite silver estima..

then.. 11pm.. once again i had to go get my sis from the same motivation camp.. it was dark (duhh.. 11pm) and the lamps outside my house were'nt wurking.. i reversed the van again.. suddenly i heard a loud scraping noise .. "F**K" i thought to myself.. i got out and went over to the back of the van to see a big fat scratch staring at me.. almost like it was mocking me.. finishing of my bad day.. how can a guy scratch a car twice a day?? i even dented it a bit...

so now.. i sit in front of my computer.. my hands are trembling.. making it hard for me to write this post.. i'll know when my death comes.. it'll come.. it'll sound like a purring myvi engine pulling up into the driveway beside the scratched van.. it'll come in the form of a man filled with rage.. i'm trembling write now.. trembling..

help me.. pls...