City Falcon

[tabbyphobos]

Tonight was terrible, because at first Bryan wasn't going to be able to pick me up, because he was running late at work. So I got all ready to take myself to school... to have my truck die just as soon as it got out of the driveway. Apparently, the fuel pump is crap, and it's not an easy fix. In fact, it's a four-to-five day fix. So... Bryan has to drive me to school. And pick me up on Saturday. The tough part is is that it may not be fixed by next week, so I may have to have Dad take me and pick me up from school, or just not go at all. I don't want to just do that last one, but I REALLY don't want to do that first one.

I wish I could get Bryan to understand why I sometimes need to self-injure.