marquis de sade

I signed my car over to a wrecking yard today. It makes me really sad. It also sets my goals back a bit. I loved that car. I drove it into this city when I moved here. It's for the best, but I wish it didn't have to happen while my emotions are already out of control. My stomach always hurts, like I'm about to give a speech in front of a large audience. I've felt like I've been swimming upstream since I got back from California. I thought I was over it, but I'm still having a little trouble. Yet I persevere. This, too, shall pass.