Driving V

It's finally over. No more driving lessons, no more --- actually, just no more driving lessons. I'd be naive to think that I could escape Dad complaining in the car as I drive around. I don't break early enough, I don't accelerate fast enough, I don't BLAH BLAH BLAH. Fffff. I can't even drive myself to school without him, since his workplace is near school, so I'd have to share the journey with him regardless of who drove. Either way, he wouldn't shut up.

Anyway, I had my last driving lesson today--- and it was wonderful. I guess it wasn't even a lesson anymore... we just drove around town, and then it was basically over. Was nice. When I went to get my license, I had to take another photo--- and God I look fat. I never realised I was fat until I realised my license photo looked fat. Like, I haven't put on weight since my previous license photo, but I didn't look fat in that one. Then I thought... "Oh shit. Maybe it's not the photo. Maybe I'm just fat." Worst realisation to have.

Maybe it's not the car that is too small...

I would make another diet resolution, or go and exercise or something... but I have a license... and I can drive to places... instead of walking there... Oh life is horrible. I should just bury my head in some place and cry about my self-esteem issues, and walk around complaining about how I look fat in my driver's license photo.