God

I miss my car more and more everyday. And you don't know how much that is. One, I miss it because I loved it. It will probably be my favorite car of all time, no matter what I end up getting in life. Two, I spent so much time in it. Three, it ran so good, and was so comfortable. Four, I sit at home every day, alone. I used to not mind sitting at home, because if I wanted to go somewhere, I could. But I can't now. :( I miss seeing it parked in my carport. I have yet to empty the trashbag full of the things I had in there, because I know I will cry.

Someone answer this: WHY did that have to happen to me?

To someone who works for everything. And someone who can't afford to get anything else? And most importantly, someone who loved and was thankful for it.

I'm sorry that it's all I talk about. But it's all I think about lately.
It's depressing me. Yeah I know, "be thankful Im okay." Okay, I am. But I AM NOT thankful for my car being trashed. I feel 14/15 again. My grandma takes me to work, my mom picks me up. That's the only place I've been since Thursday when it happened. I'm just not used to being stuck in my house. I sit here all day. What I did today: woke up at around lunch, took a bath, watched tv, straightened my hair, watched tv, played sims, ate, watched tv.

The only good thing about it is I'm spending more time with my family.

Niether me, or my mom, have any exrra money. No money saved up. So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I guess what everyone else without cars do. But I'm not used to it.
My mom doesn't even have money for HER a car, which is why she drives my grandparent's car. The world is so fucked up.

Thanks for letting me vent, blog.