i have lost faith in humankind yet again.
my purse was stolen out of carl's room last night, along with his wallet and cell phone, and my mom's cell phone. roughly $700 plus the cutest wallet and my delorean key chain, among other irreplaceable things, have been lost. the scariest thing is that carl's cell phone was laying next to the bed, as in, right by our heads. the creep actually leaned over our sleeping bodies to take it. i've been getting chills all day, as well as visiting 3 different police stations even though i know its a fruitless effort to try to catch the guy. i hope he's enjoying his drugs. what a pointless, depressing, terrible day. happy belated birthday to me.
and we're not breaking up.
and we're not breaking up.