Fine, so my old protection's not back and to prove it my car was stolen last night out of Micheal's driveway. It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't of basically been living out of it since I never go home anymore. My gypsy costume was in it, all my random fabric, my bank card, walmart card, and driver's license, my bodice fittings for the other gypsies, their measurements, phone numbers, emails, etc were all in the car. Like I said, I was pretty much living out of it. I get it, for saying that my protection was back, I had to be proven wrong. Now all I want is my car back. Considering I go too many places to not have one anymore and with my school starting in about 2 weeks I have to have one to get to and from it easily. Sometimes I really hate this life. And my dad coming to work to bitch at me for losing the car, since it was my fault that it was stolen since I should've come home like they wanted me to, just ended my debate, as soon as I can get a new car, and afford rent, I'm gone. I'm sick of my family as should've been well known by now and I can't take it anymore. Once I get the money I'm gone.