I spoke too soon.
No, you know what? Today sucks.
My house got broken into.
They stole almost all of my DVDs and my laptop. I have to be on this shitty desktop but still it's better than nothing. MY LAPTOP WAS MY BABY. IT WAS MY LIFE.
I feel violated, I feel sick, and I feel that if I got my hands on the little fucking punks that did it I'd murder them and you know what? I would feel no ounce of shame or remourse. I seriously would. I'd stab their eyes out and kick them in the balls for stealing my shit.
You know what? Whatever. I hope they all get hit by a car. I hope they're big enough men (or women, whatev) that they try to rob someone's house, and some big dude with a shotgun goes and blows their fucking heads off. I hope they're fucking mothers die in firey auto crashes or get gangraped to death. I hope they get cancer. I hope that whatever happens to them happens slowly and painfully because peeple who Van-Damme's peoples doors in and steals shit are fucking cowards and worthless peoples of human flesh that they deserve all the suffering that the world can bring them.
The two china dolls Aaeryn gave me were broken. The box my cousin brought me from China was broken. My fucking Harry Potter DVDs are gone, my LOTR DVDs are gone, almots everything is gone.
I seriously don't know how much more of this shittyness I can take. Seriously. There's a breaking point for everyone, and mine's coming soon. I have no job, no money, and now no computer, and the frightening thought that they could either be doing it to other people, or they could come back.
My parents are getting a dog this week.
I'm going to go take a bath. I'm fucking done, really. I am.