I almost killed someone today. Accidentally ran a red light (not drunk, texting, speeding, just zoned out) and almost t-boned them while they were turning. I had to slam on my brakes and swerve a little or I would’ve hit the passenger side straight on at 50 mph. The guy followed me to my destination, got out of his car, and pounded on my window, screaming that I almost killed his sister. I’m not even mad. I would’ve done the exact same thing if I was in his shoes. And now I can’t stop thinking about it. I almost KILLED somebody. A split second reaction is all that kept me from having commited manslaughter. My life could’ve been completely different right now. I don’t know how I can forget this.