Reality Check

Hello Internet.

You know I really don't like it when vacations end. I really don't. I especially don't like the ending of this particular vacation. Other family vacations I have been on, I was kinda glad to come home and whatnot, but this one? God I have never wanted to be anywhere else so bad before in my life.

Coming back home is actually a little stressful. I got this beautiful tattoo while in vacation (and it's healing wonderfully) and my parents are both twerked out about it and everything and generally trying to make me feel like shit about it. And then once I get off the airplane and back to the place where I was going to spend the night - and also where I had left my car during my week long holiday - at the ungodly hour of roughly 4am, I was really too tired to check on my car. So I did this morning. I woke up and sort've threw myself together to grab a quick cup of coffee with my girlfriend before I drove home to my parents house only to discover that my car.won'tmove.

Not at all. Not even an inch! It looks liek the rear right brake has seized up. Now. I have been awya for a week. I barely have clean clothes to wear. I have to return to work in the morning. And my only means of transportation is mildly fucked up. And because I went shopping every other day I have like ... zero cash to pay for repairs if it has to go for servicing. Apparently, seized brakes is one of those things that you can sort've fix yourself or some shit, I dunno. And I will be good and goddammed if I turn to my parents ask borrow money from them to fix the car.

Plus, I have other shit on my plate to deal with that I really don't want to ... I'm stressed out to be back home and I hate it.

-huffs-