Sad rage
Ugh so I finally hear from fucking MPI and they say my car is "marginal". I think to myself 'oh good' because in my mind marginal means insignificant. But no, it actually means it's on the margin of write-off-ability. I want the stupid fucking asshole cunt who is too mentally deficient to look at the road while driving to retroactively break her neck and spend twelve months in painful and expensive therapy (to make a full recovery of course!) while I spit in her eyeball. I also want her license revoked for life and to be stuck sitting next to smelly drunk people on every fucking bus ride she takes. Dumb bitch. My mom said "oh well if it comes to that, just get another car". I CAN'T AFFORD ANOTHER FUCKING CAR. IT WAS HORRIBLE ENOUGH PAYING FOR THE LAST ONE. I HAVE A SHIT JOB AND AM UNEMPLOYABLE ANYWHERE ELSE, AND EVEN IF I WAS I HAVE NO CAR TO GET THERE. I am locked in my bathroom crying because this house is full of people and I have no privacy. There is always a tv on or the radio or everything and people walking around it's so loud all the time. It's freezing at night, and the fact that I'm sleeping on an air mattress full of COLD AIR isn't helping. I just want to sleep in my own bed and have some fucking peace and quiet. I can't get a courtesy car until they determine whether my car is worth fixing which it probably won't be because I can't have anything good in my life apparently. And then what?? I just feel trapped and completely fucked over. This is what happens to me when I've done nothing wrong? That idiot should have have to buy me a new fucking car. I hate everything right now.