proof that my victim-complex isn't just in my head

Oct 27, 2008 19:57

Two years ago a bunch of my Simpsons DVDs were stolen. The list of suspects was very short, and I believed it was my cousins because they were little brats, constantly watched those DVDs when they were over, and I had already suspected them of stealing my ipod the year before.

My mother refused to be on my side over this incident and it caused an enormous fight. To the point where I nearly got kicked out of home because I refused to apologise for my beliefs.

Turns out that the little shits were recently caught stealing from someone else. I'm torn between a smug sense of satisfaction and feeling pissed off that my mother never does what mothers are meant to do - stick up for their kids. She never listens to me. She'd rather believe she accidentally threw out my ipod.

I had a conversation with Beard Guy at the train station today. It was nice. A little awkward at times but that's to be expected considering I fail at human interaction and he is even more shy than I am. Why can't we just express our interest through brightly coloured neon signs that hover above our heads?

It's fucking hot. I'm sweaty and uncomfortable. Need to invest in fan in bedroom. *dies*

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