So... I totaled my car yesterday.
Her name was Jinx, and she was a 1997 Ford Taurus SHO. I'd had her for nearly four years. She had some body damage, and I didn't keep her as clean as I should have, but dang it I was attached to that car. I was very, very fond of her. And now she's gone. It's weird, I feel so trapped, so alone. It's like part of my soul has been unplugged, some extension of me has been taken off the grid.
I mean, I know it was just a car, but man. This is a horrible feeling. I didn't fully appreciate how much that car meant to me until she was gone.
And you know the worst part? The wreck was my fault. I killed my car. I committed animistic manslaughter. As emo as it may be, I feel genuinely depressed right now.
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