I've always had a knack for self-destruction but this is getting ridiculous. I'm losing all ability to have anything remotely close to social interaction and getting out of bed has become damn near impossible. I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to fix myself.
My mom's car got stolen. So if you see a white '89 Acura Integra with pop-uplights that has an engine that revs like a bitch ("VRROOOOOOOooooooommmmmm vrooooOOOOOOOOOM" when it's idle), exhaust the size of texas and tabs that expired in March, please pull the driver out of the car and kick their ass.