cuz im broken
my cars dying. its really dying. its so close to death i can taste the leaking chemicals on my driveway. i want to fix it. its my baby, my friend. i shouldnt have named it. that just makes you attached to objects you have no control over. i almost cried. i dont know what to do. its $1000 to repair the brakes and some combustion thing thats blown and that wouldnt even fix it forever because the bottoms rusting out. if i didnt want it fully repaired i could spend $500 on fixing the brakes but the car will only last 2 weeks.
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why do we have to do all the precedures on a dead guy?? oh i know..for the experience.
thats one of the reasons. you think about it. youll get the second one eventually.
whyd we have to do all that? the guys already dead.
so we can tell the family we did everything we could.
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i cant get a new used car. theyre way too expensive. and it wont be my car. it wont be the 'little red car' 'the girls' fight over. it just wont.
im sad. i need a hug.
"...
why do we have to do all the precedures on a dead guy?? oh i know..for the experience.
thats one of the reasons. you think about it. youll get the second one eventually.
whyd we have to do all that? the guys already dead.
so we can tell the family we did everything we could.
..."
i cant get a new used car. theyre way too expensive. and it wont be my car. it wont be the 'little red car' 'the girls' fight over. it just wont.
im sad. i need a hug.