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and so comes to a close the day from hell. in all seriousness, i haven't had a day this bad in, well, a week frankly, which doesn't make me feel any better. my ipod was stolen sometime between 9:30pm and 7am thursday night. i had realized that i had forgotten it in the rec room on thursday night after work, but thought, oh, it'll be ok, it's not out in the open, ino one'll be able to see it, and no one would steal it anyway. oh, how wrong i was. i came in this morning to find nothing but the case remaining. just an empty shell that taunts me every time i look at it. it screams "haha, no, you didn't lose it, i STOLE your ipod and i left this here just in case there was any doubt about it." in actuality, the person probably just left the case so i wouldn't realize it was gone right away, but now i can't hold it without hearing that voice in my head. when i got in my car to leave at the end of the day, i saw the headphones and started to cry. next to my car, that was my most prized possession. anyone who knows me knows i go nowhere without it. it was all i got for christmas and my birthday last year. someone walked off with my sixteenth birthday gift from my mother. someone stole christmas from me. and now there's nothing i can do but make a desperate plea in devotions on monday and hope that the pain in my voice touches whoever took it. do i really think it'll come back? no. no, i don't think someone who takes something like that has any intention of returning it. do i hope it'll come back? with every fiber of my being. sure, in a few months, i'll have saved enough to replace it, but it'll never be the same. it'll never be my sixteenth birthday gift. it'll just be the replacement. that ipod and i have been through a lot together, and now i am in mourning for it. i wish i knew what drives people to do things like this. i wish someone could tell me something, anything that would make me feel less like a failure.