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Long time no write...Well, right now I'm extremely pissed and depressed. I've gotten 2 tickets in my car in a months time. One for going 88 mph in a 65 mph and not wearing a seat belt, second for not "completely" stopping at a stop sign. At least I fucking yielded, I coulda just flew through it! Fortunately I was able to shove my seat belt behind my back, so it looked like I was wearing a seat belt...I don't have any seat belt buckles except one on the passenger side. Good thing that sonofabitch didn't notice. I don't think he heard the words to the song I was blasting after he went back to his car to write that fucking ass ticket. It was about killing people "Something, Tells Me, I Must Kill You" :). I wana die. I don't have any fucking money, I'm 17, I work at Mcdonald's, do I seem like I have an fucking money!?!?!? Oh, yeah, update, remember that big gash I cut into my arm? It finally healed. Now it's a big, hard, ugly raised piece of scar tissue, yummm...I haven't done any drugs since the middle or end of January. Which has helped my bank acount, but now I have to pay cash to fucking cops, because they want to be dick heads to ME. I swear, it's just me, they spot me, and find something wrong so they can take what little money I have. My parents owe me $1600, maybe they should fucking pay my ticket!! I'm also fat as fuck right now. I've been eating like the biggest cow on Earth, for reals. I'm never full, kinda like the energizer bunny, going and going and going, or the pringles comercial, once you pop, you just can't stop. All this bearly eating jack, to eating everything in the world has fucked up my stomach. It hurts all the time. Some time I'm supposed to go and get x-rays or my stomach, they said I have to drink dye, yuck!! I HATE MYSELF SO MUCH. I didn't feel this bad earlier, but the ticket just broke my spirit. I also need to buy new tires for my piece of shit car. All the little line things in my tires are showing, one went flat *good thing I picked up a spare from the junkyard*. I also need to take it to a mechanic to figure out what's wrong with it. It smells like something's leaking, my mom says one of my hoses are bad, I'm pretty sure my oil's leaking too, not to mention I can't open my trunk. It's an '89 Plymouth Reliant, it probably has a ton of other things wrong with it. She and my Dad went to school to be mechanics, too bad they're too fucking lazy to fix my car. I haven't been getting along with my mom, she pisses me off, stupid bitch! I guess I'll just have to pay to fix my car and tickets. So much for my hopes and dreams of owning a yellow, powerful, GTR, Mustang and moving to Germany, so I can go on the autobon *I don't know how to spell it, but that's close enough?* and not get a fucking speeding ticket!! ERRRRRRRRR....I'M PISSED, night night, luv ya'll *hugs*...-Cookie