Adios Pedro
So, my dad sold Pedro (my car)today. Yo soy mui triste (I could totally be saying that incorrectly, so please inform me if I am.)
Reasons life is going to suck until I get back to B-town.
1.) I have no car (which you've all been informed of.) I have no insurance, so I can't drive my dad's car (Cleo) either. Not that I could anyway, since he's always driving it. He works M-F from 9-5, and then he goes to his girlfriend's house and doesn't come back for forever, so once again, I am stuck at home. By myself. Story of my fucking life.
2.) The few friends I have around here aren't here. One moved, two are in basic training, and the rest are out of state for the holidays. So I'm still stuck at home alone.
3.) My dad keeps talking like he's not going to help pay for my trip to Chicago, even though I told him that's all I want for Christmas. He had already said he didn't know what to get me, but even though I told him what I want, he'll probably still get me something ridiculous that I don't really want.
4.) I'm already going crazy. Every time I'm home (when I still actually lived here, the little time I was here over the summer, SHS Homecoming weekend, Thanksgiving break) I spend the majority of it home alone. Anyone who knows me knows I hate being by myself (although it is generally better than being alone with my dad, because we pretty much just fight all the time and he treats me like a ten-year-old.) I'm not allowed to do anything pretty much. It's always been like that. My little sister gets to do all sorts of stuff that I was never allowed to do, and some stuff I still don't get to do. I'm sick of being treated like a little kid. It's not like I act like one. Out of my dad's whole family, I'm the most responsible of the kids (moreso than my younger siblings, and my cousins. My older sister doesn't count because she's 28, married and has a kid. Also, she had the good sense to get the hell out of Indiana. Props to her.) But seriously, no 18 year old girl (who is in college, mind you) needs to be spending her break like this.
5.) I found out Sunday morning that my first French teacher (Mrs. Lane, from Connersville) died from lung cancer the other day. She didn't smoke, and she was only like 37. She was one of my favorite teachers ever.
6.) I've been depressed more than usual lately. Everything has been making me cry. Yeah, it's normal, and it will pass, but it just kinda sucks.
Sorry all this entry was was a long string of complaints. Hopefully the next one won't be so ridiculous.
Reasons life is going to suck until I get back to B-town.
1.) I have no car (which you've all been informed of.) I have no insurance, so I can't drive my dad's car (Cleo) either. Not that I could anyway, since he's always driving it. He works M-F from 9-5, and then he goes to his girlfriend's house and doesn't come back for forever, so once again, I am stuck at home. By myself. Story of my fucking life.
2.) The few friends I have around here aren't here. One moved, two are in basic training, and the rest are out of state for the holidays. So I'm still stuck at home alone.
3.) My dad keeps talking like he's not going to help pay for my trip to Chicago, even though I told him that's all I want for Christmas. He had already said he didn't know what to get me, but even though I told him what I want, he'll probably still get me something ridiculous that I don't really want.
4.) I'm already going crazy. Every time I'm home (when I still actually lived here, the little time I was here over the summer, SHS Homecoming weekend, Thanksgiving break) I spend the majority of it home alone. Anyone who knows me knows I hate being by myself (although it is generally better than being alone with my dad, because we pretty much just fight all the time and he treats me like a ten-year-old.) I'm not allowed to do anything pretty much. It's always been like that. My little sister gets to do all sorts of stuff that I was never allowed to do, and some stuff I still don't get to do. I'm sick of being treated like a little kid. It's not like I act like one. Out of my dad's whole family, I'm the most responsible of the kids (moreso than my younger siblings, and my cousins. My older sister doesn't count because she's 28, married and has a kid. Also, she had the good sense to get the hell out of Indiana. Props to her.) But seriously, no 18 year old girl (who is in college, mind you) needs to be spending her break like this.
5.) I found out Sunday morning that my first French teacher (Mrs. Lane, from Connersville) died from lung cancer the other day. She didn't smoke, and she was only like 37. She was one of my favorite teachers ever.
6.) I've been depressed more than usual lately. Everything has been making me cry. Yeah, it's normal, and it will pass, but it just kinda sucks.
Sorry all this entry was was a long string of complaints. Hopefully the next one won't be so ridiculous.