fucking thieves.
i don't understand people. i will never understand why people are constantly taking things from me.
i am such a giving person. i'd give everything i own away just to make the people i love happy. not just people i love...complete strangers. possessions are, for the most part, meaningless to me. i don't spend loads of money on things hoping that i'll get a better deal on how long it will last me. i'm content with the fact that nothing ever stays the same. things don't stick around. they break..or get misplaced. friendships are the same way.. people, are the same way. everything comes and goes. i understand that. and i'm okay with it. but why do people have to steal my stuff? i feel like i'm constantly giving. emotionally and physically. i'm positive that i deserve the few things that i actually decide to keep for myself. so why is it that those few things that hold any real importance end up in someones pocket on their way out the door? i will never understand it and that really bothers me.
i am such a giving person. i'd give everything i own away just to make the people i love happy. not just people i love...complete strangers. possessions are, for the most part, meaningless to me. i don't spend loads of money on things hoping that i'll get a better deal on how long it will last me. i'm content with the fact that nothing ever stays the same. things don't stick around. they break..or get misplaced. friendships are the same way.. people, are the same way. everything comes and goes. i understand that. and i'm okay with it. but why do people have to steal my stuff? i feel like i'm constantly giving. emotionally and physically. i'm positive that i deserve the few things that i actually decide to keep for myself. so why is it that those few things that hold any real importance end up in someones pocket on their way out the door? i will never understand it and that really bothers me.