You've GOT to be kidding me.
I try not to do this often (at least in front of other people), but honestly, I gotta get it out this time.
There are many times in a person's life when they stop and ask themselves that one fated question: "why me?" I realize this, but honestly, that's just how I feel right now. Last week, my car wouldn't start at work. We thought I just didn't have enough gas in it, so we managed to start it up and get it to a gas station, where I filled it up and it seemed to be working fine. A week later, I'm on my way home from work, at the light at W. Napoleon and Transcontinental, when my car decides to kill. I have to turn everything off and manage to start it again, but it kills again when I get to David Drive. I get it home, where it starts up fine, but by now I'm scared to try to make it to campus. So my mom lets me take her car back to campus, where I have to illegally park in the garage, where I'm sure there will be a lovely ticket and/or boot waiting for me tomorrow morning, BECAUSE THAT'S JUST HOW MY LIFE WORKS.
I hate bitching, but what have I done wrong? I don't even know who to be angry at, God or whatever (but that's for another journaly entry, I suppose). I can't afford another car, I can't afford to fix the one I have. I'm virtually out of options. I should really make friends with a mechanic, because god knows once a year this same crap happens.
And really, it's not just this. Basically the way my brain works is once one thing goes wrong, I start to think about all the other shitty things going on in my life, which depresses me even more. So, to name a few, I hate being a hostess, I don't make enough money, I have recently acquired even more things to pay for (not even counting the car), I rarely have time for things that I want to do, mostly because of work, oh, and my face is an exploded LANDMINE. Why can't I have been born to wealthy parents in California? I want to live my college years without these financial worries. I know so many people who don't have to pay for SHIT. Not one red cent. They get to live life just worrying about school and what bar they're gonna get drunk at that night. If something's broken they get to call Daddy and he fixes it. And I know it's unfair for me to say these things, but I can't help but be completely jealous.
Trust me, there's more where that came from. But I'm tired, I have to shower, and I have to wake up early to take my car to an overpriced mechanic.
Thanks for even reading this.
There are many times in a person's life when they stop and ask themselves that one fated question: "why me?" I realize this, but honestly, that's just how I feel right now. Last week, my car wouldn't start at work. We thought I just didn't have enough gas in it, so we managed to start it up and get it to a gas station, where I filled it up and it seemed to be working fine. A week later, I'm on my way home from work, at the light at W. Napoleon and Transcontinental, when my car decides to kill. I have to turn everything off and manage to start it again, but it kills again when I get to David Drive. I get it home, where it starts up fine, but by now I'm scared to try to make it to campus. So my mom lets me take her car back to campus, where I have to illegally park in the garage, where I'm sure there will be a lovely ticket and/or boot waiting for me tomorrow morning, BECAUSE THAT'S JUST HOW MY LIFE WORKS.
I hate bitching, but what have I done wrong? I don't even know who to be angry at, God or whatever (but that's for another journaly entry, I suppose). I can't afford another car, I can't afford to fix the one I have. I'm virtually out of options. I should really make friends with a mechanic, because god knows once a year this same crap happens.
And really, it's not just this. Basically the way my brain works is once one thing goes wrong, I start to think about all the other shitty things going on in my life, which depresses me even more. So, to name a few, I hate being a hostess, I don't make enough money, I have recently acquired even more things to pay for (not even counting the car), I rarely have time for things that I want to do, mostly because of work, oh, and my face is an exploded LANDMINE. Why can't I have been born to wealthy parents in California? I want to live my college years without these financial worries. I know so many people who don't have to pay for SHIT. Not one red cent. They get to live life just worrying about school and what bar they're gonna get drunk at that night. If something's broken they get to call Daddy and he fixes it. And I know it's unfair for me to say these things, but I can't help but be completely jealous.
Trust me, there's more where that came from. But I'm tired, I have to shower, and I have to wake up early to take my car to an overpriced mechanic.
Thanks for even reading this.