I'm so depressed

I think my car still smells like puke. I can’t tell for sure cuz Iike I said I need someone to sit on the passenger’s side, but I have a feeling it hasn’t gone away. I can’t even tell anymore WHAT my car smells like when I’m driving it. My nose is confused as to whether its Febreze or puke that I’m smelling. I am no longer laughing about this issue, nor am I looking back thinking “wow, it was a fun and stupid night and now I can laugh about it”. I have deep regrets for sure. I’ve spent hella money and time trying to clean the damn car and there hasn’t been any improvement. The trip to Chicago really made me forget about it, but now its Monday, back to reality, and back to my smelly car. And I can’t even say, I’ll just get rid of my car and buy a new one, which I still plan to do because even if I buy a new car, I’m going to have to pass the car down to my Dad. And there is no way I’m going to pass him my puke smelling car. No way. Just the thought of having to explain why there was puke in my car is just scares the ish out of me... And I’m NOT gonna lie.