I just missed the bus. Again. I scarfed down my food and ran all the way to the bus stop, but as usual, all my efforts are in vain. I just rounded the corner to see the bus driving off. Now I have to wait another hour for the next one. I hate this. I get up at 9 fucking a.m. and I don’t get to work until noon on a good day.
I need a fucking car.
It looks like I’m going to have to go into even more debt.
I hate this shit. I feel like a fucking slave. I can’t go see my friends, I can’t leave the house after dark…I am a prisoner here. I need to take my car to the shop and see what the fuck is wrong with it, sell that motherfucker, and buy some means of transportation that works.
I hate living like this.