WTF....
fuck.
that is how I shall begin this post.
fuck.
I had a necklace that my friend gave to me for my birthday, and it had 2 five yen coins on it.
between these 2 coins I suspended a pocket knife I have had for many years. It has an 's' engraved in it.
My mother tried to engrave my name n it, but i took it away before she could do anything else.
Just the 's'. Nothing more. That is all. Just one 's'.
Anyway, I put the necklace on my drawer. It was there when I woke up this morning.
Then I go to get it just now. It is gone.
There is no knife, no yen coins- all gone. only the fastened chain remains.
I find the knife in my brother's room. He says he found it.
In the living room. I had not moved it. AT ALL. No yen coins.
I don't know what happened, but someone had to have taken it off the chain.
Everyone says they didn't. Normal in my family.
My parents begin to tell me to calm down. Dad says to "forget about it."
That doesn't work with me.
I do not "forget" about things.
Dad says she moved it, but can't remember. Apparently, I do this a lot. I do not.
What is the most hurtful, stupid fact about all of this?
They are my family, and they don't believe me...it has always been this way.
that is how I shall begin this post.
fuck.
I had a necklace that my friend gave to me for my birthday, and it had 2 five yen coins on it.
between these 2 coins I suspended a pocket knife I have had for many years. It has an 's' engraved in it.
My mother tried to engrave my name n it, but i took it away before she could do anything else.
Just the 's'. Nothing more. That is all. Just one 's'.
Anyway, I put the necklace on my drawer. It was there when I woke up this morning.
Then I go to get it just now. It is gone.
There is no knife, no yen coins- all gone. only the fastened chain remains.
I find the knife in my brother's room. He says he found it.
In the living room. I had not moved it. AT ALL. No yen coins.
I don't know what happened, but someone had to have taken it off the chain.
Everyone says they didn't. Normal in my family.
My parents begin to tell me to calm down. Dad says to "forget about it."
That doesn't work with me.
I do not "forget" about things.
Dad says she moved it, but can't remember. Apparently, I do this a lot. I do not.
What is the most hurtful, stupid fact about all of this?
They are my family, and they don't believe me...it has always been this way.