So my cars engine blew up last night due to the sugar in my gas tank and  it clogged the fuel lines.

I just want to kill myself.

Everything is going terrible.

It was going good for a while, but once I came home from Florida, no even before I left, things were taking a turn for the worse.

Saturday night, my best friend Ryan’s house burnt down. Him and his family got out okay, but one of his dogs didn’t make it out. There’s nothing left of his house. He has nothing. I felt so terrible. Emily and I each bought him an outfit from Gap and took him out to Applebees with some of our other friends and bought him dinner.

Then last night at work, I find out that some cunt put sugar in my gas tank Sunday night while we were all at Applebees and came to my house Monday night and filled my gas tank with water. 

What was this over you ask? A guy. Really? We’re fucking 18 and 19 years old, grow the fuck up.

I swear if this cunt comes near me, my car or my house again, she won’t be breathing. The cops already have her name in the system so basically, she’s fucked.

I’m honestly just so depressed all the time now. I don’t get it.

So I’m in Florida right now. We had a 7:05 flight and got to Orlando around 9:30.  Once we got to the resort and got all settled in, we went to Downtown Disney. We had lunch at Planet Hollywood, then went shopping after. I bought about $75 worth of Alice in Wonderland stuff. I got a teapot, coffee mug, framed picture thing, a dress up doll, a pin, a bunch of tea, silly bandz and I think that’s it, lmao.

Tomorrow, we have a character breakfast at the Polynesian resort, then we’re going to the Grand Floridian so my sister can be the sous chef for building gingerbread houses, since her wish was to work with the pastry chefs at Disney.

But yeah, that’s it. My dads laptop is a piece of shit and this wifi sucks too.