So I've finally come to the realization that the Gods don't want me to own a truck. *shoulders slump* Apparently, I was two months behind in my payments and with my co-signers trying to get a loan yesterday...I fucked up their credit. So, because of that, they had to pay my truck off in full and now because the economy is in the shitter and my job doesn't pay enough...I have to sell the truck then pay her back the difference.

The way it was brought to me though could have been handled better. She totally made me feel 2 inches tall and made me feel totally bad about everything. I think the line of, "I was setting this up for so long and now you just completely fucked it all up." is what kinda made me feel like complete shit. Especially when she normally doesn't talk like that to me. *sigh* so back I go to the Mazda Protege. That was the first car I was driving around in (granted its an '03 so it ain't all bad) so I think that's the cosmos way of saying that I was destined to have that car.

I also have to give his mom $100-$200 bucks a paycheck. Plus money for my cell phone. Then I still have to pay off my debt to Sherry..and she's being a total bitch about it. I told her that I was stretched really thin and she's like, "I expect a payment from you in July". Yeah you, and every other person. Let's not also forget that I owe Capital One about $1400. So yeah, I'm kinda in the beginning stages of either an anxiety attack or a mental breakdown. I'm so overwhelmed. I don't know how people can live through this stuff. Angie...seriously, I don't know how you do it. I know you think positively from the heart, but I still don't know how you do it. I admire you doll. I really do.

Well, I'm gonna go finish up the last hour of work and then go drinking. I need to forget about this morning....or at least calm myself down.