I Pretty Much Give Up.
Here I Am Working Myself To Death To Try And Show My Dad That I'm Worth Something. And That I Need A Little Help Getting A New Car. I Pay For My Insurance Now. I'm Slowly Paying Him Back For The Car I Have Now. (Which My Little Brother Has Dented And Ruined With His Stupidity So Now I Can't Sell If If I Sold My Soul To The Devil). And What Happens?
The Same Little Brother Is Getting My Mom's New Explorer Which She Got Back Around Thanksgiving Because My Dad Bought My Mom A Brand New Mountaineer.
And Here I Am Stuck With My Almost As Old As I Am Car. I Usually Try Not To Complain Because My Life Really Isn't All That Bad. But, The Only Thing I've Ever Wanted Is A Car That I Don't Have To Worry About Falling Apart, Blowing Up, Or Something Else Ungodly Happening To It.
I Guess I'm Left Here Wanting. By Myself.
So I'll Abandon This Dream Like I've Abandoned So Many Others.
I Think It's Time For Me To Go To Bed.
