honestly, this night was fucking bullshit. like ive been so good with not letting stuff get to me but im done. im done with having no one understand how i feel. i am so sick of no one understanding what it really means to have an anxiety disorder. its not something i hie behind, its something that really effects how i think, process, and act upon stuff. so thats cool… im glad there is honestly not one person that i know of who can understand this. especially my parents.
wow. way for my aunt to call my parents and tell them about my ticket before i got home. to be yelled at for 30 minutes about how “slow, lazy, unproductive, unmotivated, and unfocused” you are takes quite a toll on you. i cant even explain how frustrated and worthless i feel right now. all because a $70 ticket because my seatbelt was tucked under my arm. i feel like such a disappointment and a piece of shit. and so incredibly alone right now.
Sometimes it’s just not your day. Like when you drive an hour and a half for something that was cancelled. And you receive an under cooked turkey burger at a restaurant. And then you get pulled over for wearing your seatbelt under your arm instead of over and you get a $70 ticket… Thanks Maine.
Dear Jerry the Jeep, having transmission problems is NOT okay when I am trying to speed home for my curfew from Marlborough and I am in no condition to talk to a cop without being arrested for being under the influence of something. Sincerely, 70mph should not put you at 5 RPMS
