Can you believe this is how the car talks to me...
I have been with you for eleven months now, and in those eleven months, it has been rough, but because I love you, I am willing to go through with it. I didn’t say anything when I was violated in our first month together, you gave me support, you even had some specialists come in and fix me up; I never really got around to thanking you for that. Then a few months ago, some jerk took a whack at me, and you stood up for me. I think you received some money in that settlement, but since you are only interested in yourself, you had some relative put a few screws in me, hoping it would do the trick. Nice try Einstein!
Every morning you wake me up. Let me tell you, I’m getting real tired of you not appreciating me. I never know when I’m going to see you next; it’s all about you isn’t it, depending on the time of day in your busy schedule. You get to sleep under a roof, in a nice cozy bed, but who am I kidding, anything for you! Sure, you give me warmth, but then it’s gone after a half an hour. I’m supposed to sit outside in the pouring rain, even in those windy snow storms and look pretty for you. Then when you come strutting outside in your blazer, and “wanna be” Viscose look, I’m supposed to pretend everything is perfect. How am I supposed to get a good nights’ rest for you, when you’re too busy sneaking off in the middle of the night seeing your other girlfriend or should I say friends that happen to be girls? Oh you didn’t think I knew about that?
It never used to be like this. You would always say goodnight and good morning to me, sometimes you’d come outside on your lunch break at work, and wink at me just to see how I was doing. I felt like you really cared about me and loved me. You’d take me to the spa and there I’d come out feeling like a million bucks. It’s been weeks since you cleaned me.
Yours,
(You didn’t even name me)
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