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Tuesday, April 18, 2006


   I feel......raped.........
Someone broke into our car. And stole my purse. True, nothing important was in it, besides my house key and USB memory stick (which had two school projects from 6 months ago, one not even being mine), but...damnit, it was my stuff...and...I just feel like crying some more. (I cried when I first noticed my stuff was gone, I just leaned against the car and started sobbing.)

It happened when we were getting dinner, me and my mom. At first, it took me a few seconds to notice anything was wrong, and, my mom has to laugh at this, 'cause I just looked at the car, sorta confused, before looking up and her and going, "...Mom...?" Then came the panic, then the overwhelming...grief. I just...I couldn't hold back, I just leaned against the car and started to bawl. They only grabbed my purse too, nothing else, though we have a LOT more important things sitting in that car (my CD player, for one, was in my backpack. Which they left. God people, be smart and take that kind of shit for once, eh?! Just leave my writing notebook, ok?). But...it just...it's a bitch. It really is a bitch. Especially when they're just gonna dump it in some dumpster later. I'm just glad my phone was in my pocket, and my wallet (with all my ID's), plus my money, was at home. Small victory.

I'm sorry for being so emo. I just can't help but think it's my fault, even though it isn't. It's just...putting the blame on myself makes it easier than putting it on nothing at all. And it hurts. It hurts a lot. It's just not...fair.

I do love you all though, so much. Thanks for being here, loves.

So much love,
-Megumi

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