The lit candles on the cake that is my doom
Yea...comfort food that physically hurts me o so horribly....cereal with milk.
The lit candles on the cake.
That's what it is...not the icing, not just candles, but lit candles.
Fucking Baltimore!
My car was broken into tonight. Ben and I ran into the house for no more than 10 maybe 15 minutes. Come out and yeah...back window smashed in, car rummaged though, stuff thrown all over my car, backseats open to the trunk, glove compartment open and content thrown everywhere. I could deal with what they stole...the CD player and adapter, the jewelry, my checkbook (just have to put a cancellation on it tomorrow morning), my cigarettes....not sure if they stole anything other that that that wasn't really as important to me. But, once I realize they stole part of my life...I broke down massively, 200 times more than I already had. They stole part of my life...my black art bag. It had all drawing supplies in it. My soft pastels, oil pastels, inks, charcoal, ink brushes, pencils, erasers, and most of all my sketchbooks. Three sketchbooks and possibly a notebook with some of my poetry in it. (Not sure on the notebook though.) I have no more supplies that I actually use. My sketchbooks are a big part of my grades in two classes and they are who I am. They show me, represent all that I am...they hold my life in them. My life's been stanched from my hands and there's nothing I can do about it. Yes, the rest I'm upset over. I'm quite upset over it...but knowing my life, the bag that held all that I am, is gone makes me unable to move. I can't move right now. No desire to do anything.
Thank you to Ben and Nikki.
Nikki: thank you for the cuddles that made me feel a lot better, for you calling the police for me, and the tea...it was just what I needed.
Ben: thank you for calming me down and helping me with thinking straight, for taping up my window, for covering a 4 block radius including the alleys looking for anything, for your coat and helping me figure out the price of what was stolen, for sitting outside with me as we both froze watching my car and talking with the nice policeman who had a good since of humor and nice tiny chicken scratch handwriting. Most of all, thank you for being there and understanding. I love you.
I love you both...thankyou so much for your help tonight and for just being there...I honestly can say I don't know what I would have done or how I would have reacted if you guys weren't there. Thankyou so much. I love you guys!
The lit candles on the cake.
That's what it is...not the icing, not just candles, but lit candles.
Fucking Baltimore!
My car was broken into tonight. Ben and I ran into the house for no more than 10 maybe 15 minutes. Come out and yeah...back window smashed in, car rummaged though, stuff thrown all over my car, backseats open to the trunk, glove compartment open and content thrown everywhere. I could deal with what they stole...the CD player and adapter, the jewelry, my checkbook (just have to put a cancellation on it tomorrow morning), my cigarettes....not sure if they stole anything other that that that wasn't really as important to me. But, once I realize they stole part of my life...I broke down massively, 200 times more than I already had. They stole part of my life...my black art bag. It had all drawing supplies in it. My soft pastels, oil pastels, inks, charcoal, ink brushes, pencils, erasers, and most of all my sketchbooks. Three sketchbooks and possibly a notebook with some of my poetry in it. (Not sure on the notebook though.) I have no more supplies that I actually use. My sketchbooks are a big part of my grades in two classes and they are who I am. They show me, represent all that I am...they hold my life in them. My life's been stanched from my hands and there's nothing I can do about it. Yes, the rest I'm upset over. I'm quite upset over it...but knowing my life, the bag that held all that I am, is gone makes me unable to move. I can't move right now. No desire to do anything.
Thank you to Ben and Nikki.
Nikki: thank you for the cuddles that made me feel a lot better, for you calling the police for me, and the tea...it was just what I needed.
Ben: thank you for calming me down and helping me with thinking straight, for taping up my window, for covering a 4 block radius including the alleys looking for anything, for your coat and helping me figure out the price of what was stolen, for sitting outside with me as we both froze watching my car and talking with the nice policeman who had a good since of humor and nice tiny chicken scratch handwriting. Most of all, thank you for being there and understanding. I love you.
I love you both...thankyou so much for your help tonight and for just being there...I honestly can say I don't know what I would have done or how I would have reacted if you guys weren't there. Thankyou so much. I love you guys!