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listening to >>> "my first broken heart" by tracie spencer
Yes, I do have a broken heart. No, not because of a guy, because of an inanimate object. A car. The 1995 Acura Integra GS-R that has caused much stress for me these past couple weeks. Monday morning I have an appointment with a loan underwriter at my bank Washington Mutual. I am going to see if I can get a loan on my own. My aunt gave me a few pointers on how I can improve my chances for approval (she does that shit for a living). If that doesn't work, my next option is to ask my aunt to lend me some money. And if that doesn't work, my last and final option is to have my boss pull some strings at Wells Fargo and get me approved for a car loan. If that doesn't work... then... well... I'm going to have to get my $500 deposit back from the guy and search for a new car in case he sells it. *sigh* I'm stressed. Not all because of the car... but because of all the unnecessary hassle it's caused for me and everyone else involved. I just wasted my time and the guy's time. It has just all gone to shit and I'm so frustrated. I'm mostly frustrated with my mother who has made this whole thing ten times harder than it should have been. All I ask from her is a little cooperation and she can't even give me that. She PROMISED me she would help me by this weekend, and I called her tonight with negative results. Then she has the nerve to give ME some attitude as if I'm being a burden on HER.
This is just so typical of my mother. I can't believe she gave me a fucking horrible guilt trip begging me not to sell my car. She pulled the "after all I've done for you" speech and NOW she can't even move it along and help me out a little here. I know what you're thinking, Mae it's just a fucking car. Mae, get over it. Mae you're a superficial hoe bag so shut the fuck up already. True, very true. But like I said before, it's NOT only the car that I'm whining about. It's about my mom. It's about how predictable she is about not being able to come through for me. It's about her making me look like the bad guy in the situation.
UGGHH!!!!!!!!!! I am so frustrated, I really want to break something right now. Earlier today when I got off the phone with my mom I started banging my head against the wall and grunting in frustration. I'm going to go crazy one of these days, and no one will be surprised.
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