I hate my stupid 1990 Toyota Tercel. My dad bought it for me for my "birthday." We had a $3,000 budget (which I had helped save for) for a first car and he picked one out for less than $1,000. Despite all of the perfectly fine cars I looked for on my own and begged him to come and see with me (which he didn't...he always happened to be too busy), he bought this one behind my back from his ex-girlfriends' daughter to try and get her back. What a loser dad. After seeing it's disgusting blue exterior AND interior which is fading and the countless number of dents and scratches I was furious. He told me that I only had to drive it for a year and we could look for another one. Well, I drove it off to college (barely) and I drove it back home TWO years later to start my search with my father for another one. He refuses to help me and now I'm stuck with this piece of crap. I had to spray paint the rims silver because they came rusted and people on the street laugh and point at it, my friends won't go anywhere with me in it, and I want to smash it with a hammer. It's another symbol of my farthers selfish ways and empty promises. I'm so ashamed of it that I won't even put my university license plate holder on it. I'd rather not insult my school that way. And it doesn't even have a center console.
I hate my stupid 1990 Toyota Tercel. My dad bought it for me for my "birthday." We had a $3,000 budget (which I had helped save for) for a first car and he picked one out for less than $1,000. Despite all of the perfectly fine cars I looked for on my own and begged him to come and see with me (which he didn't...he always happened to be too busy), he bought this one behind my back from his ex-girlfriends' daughter to try and get her back. What a loser dad. After seeing it's disgusting blue exterior AND interior which is fading and the countless number of dents and scratches I was furious. He told me that I only had to drive it for a year and we could look for another one. Well, I drove it off to college (barely) and I drove it back home TWO years later to start my search with my father for another one. He refuses to help me and now I'm stuck with this piece of crap. I had to spray paint the rims silver because they came rusted and people on the street laugh and point at it, my friends won't go anywhere with me in it, and I want to smash it with a hammer. It's another symbol of my farthers selfish ways and empty promises. I'm so ashamed of it that I won't even put my university license plate holder on it. I'd rather not insult my school that way. And it doesn't even have a center console.
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