I can't believe it
06/19/2004 02:59 a.m.
My car is going to die soon. I feel like i'm about to be sold into slavery. that's probably and outrageous analogy, but that car was my freedom, and very soon, i'm not going to be able to get in that car and get away from this house. Hopefully i'm wrong. Hopefully it'll... heal? Can cars just get better?

yeah right.

this summer is really starting to SUCK.

And i'm the whiniest brat i know. what the hell am i bitching about? at least i've owned a car.

but to be honest, that's no consolation. it never is. being better off that some, or even most, doesnt make the tough times any more bearable.

I can't believe that with all the BS i've suffered thru since i got home, the thing that finally made me cry was the prospect of losing my car. a fucking car. my step-father's been bitching at me for a week about putting the pool cover on wrong *once*, a boy at a party thought that i owed him something becuase i was sharing a blanket with him (there was no other choice), and it wasnt even *HIS* blanklet, but what made me cry? losing my car.

what the fuck is wrong with me?

I need to smoke some pot.

Like, now.

AAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

(in other words, BAH!)
I am currently Overwhelmed
I am listening to my sister is watching a teen movie. someone kill me.