Oh. Lovely. Just Dee-fuckin-lightful

The continued saga of my car. Wherein I get rear ended-but not enough to total the car but enough to really leave my fuckin knee hurting.
Actually, to be honest. I don't want to go into it. My leg hurts a lot and it's starting to look kind of like I can't go a frickin' day without some damn thing happening to my car (and I'm getting pretty much over being injured too)-and thus fan none of these things seem to be my fault. This was certainly not my fault. The guy who hit me took full responsibility from the start-course, I was sitting still. But I continually find myself put out by such events.
I'm kinda tired of it.