Mom, I know my life is messed up, really. Maybe it's not my life, maybe it's just me.
My dad took away my car and gave it to my older sister. Why? Do you ask? He said it was because she is starting her student teaching and deserves a nice car.
So what does that mean I deserve? Fried liver?
I wanted to throw a big stink about the whole thing, but my father has been spending his spare time sulking and crying. Why? Because his dumb little girlfriend dumped him. And it is dumb, really. The last time he cried this much was when you died, mom.
I told him she isn't worth it. That she wasn't nice anyways. She wasn't even pretty. She was just one of those weird ladies with short poofy hair and a faky voice. It's sad that my own father can't handle a break up.
I tried to give him some of the advice that I have learned over the years. Give up. Let go. Move on. But he wouldn't take it. I guess some people (me) have to learn the hard way.
So I guess that's me at this current moment. No car. Broken hearted father. Listening to Wonderwall on repeat. (Which is actually a very good song btw)
Oh, did I mention that my bank account says I have one less penny that I think I should have? Seriously, one penny difference. It's driving me crazy.
Anyways, have a good day. I'll talk to you later.
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ChickLitwhat do you do when you can't stand to look at that page anymore but you can't turn to a new one? color over it and make a new picture.
