I cry at a lot of things. Hurting those around me or having them think differently of me than I want. Good music. Looking at pictures from happy moments and family members that have passed. Hitting my head with the ceiling fan going full speed. Not being able to do something.
My husband got a new Ford Mustang GT yesterday, and yes, I am jealous. It is OUR car as he puts it, and he says he'll let me drive it when I want. Only one problem, it's a standard and well, I'm an automatic girl. We started to practice some last night, and all I did was stall out. I get nervous, scared, and sad. I didn't cry, but it's only because I held it back. I want to drive it so much. I feel I should be able to drive it, but I don't know if I'll ever get it. *sigh*
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