My heart, she is brekking.
The trauma. The sheer embarrassment of running behind my car, hugging it, and bawling like a toddler, tears and snot everywhere, as someone drove away in him this morning.
The most handsome, ridiculously gay Beetle in history. God he was perfect.
In the nick of time, I sold my Beetle this morning. And did I cry. I'm a mess. I am heartbroken.
I fly out tonight, and am staying with my folks - and haven't started crying yet on leaving them. So compound cry factor with beloved car, and the airport is going to have one helluva cry baby on its hands.
Bye my precious precious Ludwig.
Who has earmarked the last five years of my life, here he is, on the day I bought him.
I miss you so much already.
God I'm devastated. His new owner is currently driving him down to Durban. He's going to be a Durban car now.
Is this normal talk? Like, is this normal behaviour? Do people pine after their cars or get attached like I do? Fuck, it's like losing a pet.