Character Building?

" Dear Diary. I feel the need to express myself. How am I feeling? Im going to barf at any given moment, not helped by my present location and (insert name here) 's revolting farts. The car itself reeks of mildew, crumbs, dirt, unwashed bodies, and greasy hair. Not an odor produced its present inhabitants, but the very fibers itself. As we wind through the road and over the hills, I feel the inducment of vomiting, a sentiment greatly aided by the nausiating country music being blared so loud my ears ring, and sleeping is impossible. As we continue, whiffs of todays chicken chilli cheese soup are being wafted up our nostrills from its container in the backseat; this might be endurable had the soup itself been tasty at lunch. But I was encapable of downing the watery stuffs that the soup was comprised of. This is a rarety hardly experienced by myself as i eat anything and everything in sight. I feel all these circumstances are inducing my urge to empty my stomach. Anyway such an experience is rarely to be experienced by myself, as I am accustomed to clean vehicles that are vaccumed regularly, soups that are cooked to perfection, sisters that are ladylike and passing gas is unheard of, and country music is a genre never audited by my family. This is what my dad calls character building, experiencing things out of ones radar. However I feel my character being slowly disentigrated with each song. My only comfort is Shelby who feels as I do. Thank God not much longer. Trying not to throw up. Im going to die. Cant wait to get home. Sorry for being dramatic Im really trying to stop, paitience is not my strength. Shit she farted again. K, im seriously gonna barf now. I need to pray i always find comfort in that. Love, Melody"
( written via text as a pen and paper was not at my disposal)
- Mel