Every time something moderately good happens to me, I have to worry about what's going to happen to make up for it.
Got my second ever speeding ticket today while on my way to drive Josh to go fishing with his friends.
In an area that the officer admitted was a trap and ridiculously slow for the type of road. Where I'm from that would have been an 80 zone for sure, but this was apparently a 50 (I was unfortunately going 70). I saw the speed limit sign, and tried to slow down. At that same moment, the cop is waving me over.
Still got lucky and only a $40 ticket and no points. But I'm really starting to hate this city.
I feel alone and depressed most of the time. I hate it, I just want to go back home.