I wrecked my Chevy back in March 12. It took me almost 3 months to get my shit together and have a car of my own. Fucking paying for a new car in Mexico in my 20’s is a someting worth of pride.
My sister who came to town wrecked the car today because she felt like going for a “quick drive” who turned out to be at almost 50 kms away from the house… She’s okay, but damn, what the fuck were you fucking doing at midnight that was going to take a quick moment and that ended up in a fucking car wreck? And at least run to get the other motherfucker car owner to fucking stop or have fucking common sense to look at the fucking car plate… And not even pretend like you feel a teeny-tiny ashamed for it (question to myself: selfish much?).
My fucking car wrecked in the same fucking spot as the other one. What fucking bothers me the most is the fact that it might be total loss and that I might end up with the fucking debt and then not being able to get the fuck out of my house and get my own fucking place.
My sister will flight back to hers in two days and I’ll be stuck in here, arriving late for fucking work because I have to take care the shit she will leave behind. Waisting my fucking time and sanityasfslf. I wanted to go for a swim this weekend but oh! Cannot do because I fucking have to save even more money to get this dumb thing fixed.