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it is soo damn hard to let go of my 89 mustang. i miss it so much & just wish it was as reliable as my new one so i could still belong to it. it's weird too cuz on paper (aside from my number 1 dream of a 65) this new one is to the t what i wanted and i was never even was a big fan of the 80's bodies. it's been sitting in my drive way for months with my excuse of me needing to empty it out before i put the *sigh* for sale sign in the window. my dad just took the initiative & put one in, i got 2 offers right away. i miss driving it so much. most of you can not relate at all & think i'm a tool for feeling like this, just like everyone else who rolled their eyes at the money i dropped into it, scoled me for buying it or just thought it was a piece of shit because the (fiberglass) hood was a different color from the body. i'm sure that those people are the same people who wonder why i don't shoot portraits or ads or seek out something "bigger" instead of realizing that i do, as i always have, what makes me happy. i'm defensive because i've gotten too much crytisim from everyone around me. including the people who have preached to "do what makes you happy." i befriend & discover too many people with these cynical eyes. if im happy then who the fuck are you to analyze and look down on me & my passion?