Remember, I ended with how I love being the unrepaired car? It has been two years, and I am still the unrepaired car— The ungrateful car that keeps its owner sad and worried. But regardless of my attitude, He still wants to be seen with me. Unworthy as I am, I would rather have my owner trade me in. But I don’t want to leave; I’m just not putting in the effort. And so my owner keeps being patient with…
I am like the unrepaired car, You know the one that manages to get around town? It looks clean on the outside, but the inside is in bad shape. You can’t truly understand what it’s like until you’re inside it. I am like the unrepaired car. Every time I encounter a pothole, I am afraid— Afraid that I might have to stop in the middle of the road, And everyone will stare, feel pity, or curse. It’s all shameful. I…