Teenage Dream

I am done, I mean I know I am a pretty privalaged child, but I am sick of this. We were going out and stupid me was trying to be a fucking ninja and my new fucking iTouch goes flying out of my purse onto the concrete and the glass in front of the screen is now cracked and I have to figure something out because I refuse to keep a brand new iTouch that is all fucking cracked. Then we head down to a silver place because my mom wanted to sell her silver to get a little extra cash. We were expecting anywhere from 500 to 50000 dollars. Nope. We might be lucky to get 200 dollars. Now we can't pay our fucking car payment and the odds of going to Disney for my sixteenth birthday is pretty much screwed. Way to get my hopes up. I just want it to work out, I want to get at least one thing.