My parents had told me they were going to get me a new car, then this past weekend they told me if I really wanted a new car, they would co-sign one with me and I’d have to make payments myself.
OR, my mother gets to get a new car and I get her current car. That I have no problem with at all, plus they agreed to a paint job because I highly dislike the color red.
Today they go to look at cars for my mother, only to come home and tell me,
“Yeah we’re thinking about getting you the Kia Forte hatchback.”
Excuse me….?! I’ve already told them what car I wanted, a white Mazda 3. And I’m not even asking for a brand new one because I don’t like the new lights. A used one is just fine for me. But if all of a sudden they’re gonna decide to buy me a new car instead now, why are they not even asking for my opinion?! Seriously, wtf. MAKE UP YOUR MINDS ON WHAT THE PLAN IS!
And also, HATCHBACK?! That’s disgusting and I can’t believe they don’t at least have good taste in picking out a car for me.
I will never understand my parents.
I have missed dance so incredibly much since my surgery. To be at the technique level I used to be would be a blessing, but it’s been two years and I’m definitely rusty beyond belief. As much as I want to dance, I’m still terrified that I’ll hurt myself again… for the millionth time. I think that’s why I’ve been putting this day off for so long. When I don’t fall, I know that tonight will be the most relieving, exhilarating, and joy-filled experience for me.
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