Well I spent all day wandering all over the city trying to find a place that would cash my western union money for me that a friend wired for me. The 3 places I looked up and went to..their machines were down. Since I was relying on the bus and it is wet and raining, I finally gave up and went home. Still no car. The fees keep increasing.

I just started bawling..in public. All I want for christmas is my car back! My friend (who is like family to me) is coming to visit me for christmas. He'll be here christmas eve. I suppose we can try to get my car out then. Who knows how much they will want for it then. I am going to try and get the money again tommorow. If I'm successful then maybe I can try and go and get it tommorow. It might be more money than I have at that point though. I'm getting ready to cut my losses. If my friend has the money and he wants to get it out and then sell it for a profit then he can. I can't afford to get it out.

I'm exhausted. I inhaled pizza and chocolate. I feel so alone. It reminds me of when my parents dropped me off at the psych ward when I was 15 and left me there.