Car's Back, But the Never-Ending Void Continues

I thought it would be good to get the car back from the mechanic so soon. I wouldn't have to depend on Cameron so much and would beat the summer heat of standing on a bus stop in the afternoon to go home.

It's just another phantom of progress and promise. I say phantom because it has slowly become a money pit for us. I regret not settling for the motorcycle I had available to me for transportation. The car has become a leach that sucks the hope for getting ahead out of our existence.

When we picked it up tonight, after dropping a total of $430 into this repair, we were informed that it would need another repair on the air conditioning in the very near future, lest the car seize up on me while I am driving it. We had to borrow some of the money to pay for this one. We put $350 into it not 3 months ago and more into it about 3 months before that.

The topic of this four-wheeled menace creates tension and guilt. It's not worth the ending results. I wish I could take it all back, or somehow make things right. Unfortunately, we're already into it too deep to turn back, and so it sits hungrily outside. Waiting for its next feast. Waiting to drain more life from our journey.