Letters from Sanford Street # 501

What a fucking catastrophe. I heard back from the service center, and if this car situation isn't covered by the manufacturer's warranty, then, this repair bill is kind of a disaster. I feel like whatever progress I've made these last few years has pretty much been for nothing.

I don't want to say that things could be worse, because, they could get worse, and I'm not even prepared for things to get worse.

I don't want to say that I feel insecure, or fearful, or overcome with dispair, because even though any one of these might be accurate, or even true, I think that best way of saying how I really feel is that my situation is pretty fucking precarious.

My situation is pretty fucking precarious, and I'm pretty fucking overcome with feelings of uncertainty about the future.