Big girls don't cry, or do they?
Today was a bad day, it was just one of those days where nothing seems to go right. I had to go to the beloved DMV which I am sure most of you know is the Department of Motor Vehicles. I just purchased a car, my official first car and it is all fun and games until you have to foot the bill. Well I paid around $400 in tax, registration, title change, etc. That just put me in a bad mood, not like I was angry I was just sad and frustrated It seems like I can never get a break. If it is not one thing it is another and it is frustrating. I pay for all my things and sometimes it would be nice if i had help but I don't, I am an adult after all :(. Then I came home in the afternoon and was going to start doing homework but could not find my charger and I started crying. It was just a combination of my day, I am in week 5 of my quarter system which means things are picking up (like assignments and exams), I am stressed everything just culminated in a big crying feast and me feeling sorry for myself. My boyfriend came over and helped me look forthe charger which we finally foun in my backpack ...lol, w I was relived I have an assignment due tomorrow. We left for him to get dinner and when I get home my father and younger sister start poking fun at me at the fact that I was crying and it was the straw that broke the camales back. I stormed out of the house crying at 10pm and left to Starbucks to do my homework. It is almost 12 and instead of being home I am sitting in m car writing this blog, I do not want to go home yet. My dad really did nothing wrong but it was the last thing I needed after a crappy day. I feel better now and I just have to pick up the pieces, put my girl panties on and face my problems.