Only stopping in briefly; not a great day. The engine warning light came on in my car and stayed there. Googling revealed it could be pretty much anything, so I daren't ignore it, even though the car doesn't seem to be running any differently. That's money I don't want to spend at the garage, plus being without my car for a few days. I hate being without my car now, because ever since I have learnt to drive I can't bear the thought of going back to being reliant upon my dad to take us (my mum and I) places.
It just set off a whole train of depressing thoughts. It reminded me of how bad things have got with my dad. It sounds bad, but I can barely stand to be around him anymore.
God, my life. Or my non-life. I think I realise partly why I don't seek better treatment. It doesn't matter, because there isn't any future ahead to get better for.
I'm off to bed; I truly apologise for yet another depressing post... @Becky - best of luck with the gallbladder operation on Thursday.
PS: I feel a teensy bit better for the first time in hours for having vented... Okay, now I'm really off to bed... :-/
Post Edited (NiceCupOfTea) : 11/1/2010 9:07:50 PM (GMT-6)