Good Freaking Morning

"Had a bad day again, She said I would not understand. She left a note and said 'I'm sorry, I had a bad day again.' She spilled her coffee, broke her shoelace. Smeared the lipstick on her face. Slammed the door and said 'I'm sorry, I had a bad day again.' "

I wish I had a freaking car that worked, or that I could at least drive one of the 5 cars parked in our yard. But Austin's car doesn't have a tag on it, the car doesn't work, I can't drive the truck because it's a stick and no one will teach me how to drive it, mom had to take the van, and my car doesn't have any brakes left. I hate mornings. I'd rather just sleep until like 11. When I wake up in the afternoon my day goes perfect. But mornings just suck. Today is gonna be a bad day, again. What else is new. I wake up, argue with mom about something. Today, it was my car and how no one ever listens to me when I tell them something is wrong with my car.

And I miss Patrick. We don't talk much anymore, because he's always busy and when he isn't busy, I'm working or doing something that keeps me from talking on the phone. So now when I have a bad I can't call him and be like, "Hey, I'm having an awful day and I just want to talk" anymore. I text him and ask if he can call me and he tells me he's busy and he'll call me when he can or our conversations last for 5 minutes before he says he'll call me later, and then we never get that second phone call because he goes to sleep earlier than I do. We still text as much as we can and we call each other , but it doesn't seem like we talk as much as we did before. The days are just too short. He's coming home next weekend. That's an entire week away.