I don't think people understand me in the slightest most of the time. People can never tell when I'm serious about something, even though it feels like my eyes are blazing holes in them, or that I'm extremely stubborn and self sufficient. I never ask for help, nor do I ever really expect it. If I ask for help, it's because I'm desperate or I trust the person. I don't even like asking my family for things, and yet people misunderstand that.
Ugh. Right now, I'm still looking for a car. I'm thinking about selling my flute and camera to get some extra cash, since I've only got about $500 at the moment. I might have one more option, but I'm not taking any stock in that, as I'm not sure it will work. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to do everything for or by myself.
Listening to:
"If Tomorrow Never Comes" Garth Brooks
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3 comments:
Don't ye dare sell either of those, they're who ye are! They're far more important than a car!
except I need a car.
I HAVE to have it to go to Indy and such.
How about a loan?
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