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November 23, 2005

Just When I Think Things Can't Possibly Get Any Worse, They Do

I'm at fault for the accident, and I'm going to lose my car. I just can't afford to keep it anymore. Anyway, it might be totalled. I'll find out next week. My mother is giving me hell and has said she will not help me financially in any way in the future. I had an awful conversation with her on the phone today. My good cheer is gone. I'm having sadness relapse in major ways.

I want to die. I'd kill myself if it weren't Thanksgiving and so totally cliche.

Posted by hissycat at November 23, 2005 09:49 PM

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Ohhh, bad bad bad!

This will probably sound devastatingly cliche, but best wishes. I'm sad for you.

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