sometimes my parents are irritating.
seems that i have to drive the fucking corolla around. that stupid car sucks. the steering is shit, and when i turn hard into corners, the bloody vehicle ROLLS.
the kicker is, i never wanted the corolla in the first place. and NOW im stuck with it. my parents are self-centered and inconsiderate. the least they could do is stick to the car that THEY chose.
what's more, the car of my choice, just costs slightly more than the renault they're eyeing. but they are dead set against it. why? because of the illusion that if i get a sporty car, i'll definately race it.
try telling those people who wear sports shoes. they dont fucking run all the time do they?
man, im just waiting to get even. i'll buy them stuff that they hate for xmas the next time. when i am working of course. that means i have a few more years to store up all these angst and fire all double-barrels of it to them at one go.
dont buy the corolla whatever you do.
i dont really like my parents.
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