aponia

My stuff was not found. No good samaritan turned it in. No call on my phone.

I cried all night, but I've tried to stop. I'm trying to block it all out of my head. Its too painful to even talk about.

For anyone who doesn't know why i'm so upset go back one day in my journal.

I still can't believe all of my bags are gone. My calculator is gone, my notebook is gone, my hats are gone, my collection of leave themed stampers are gone, my cool sharpie markers are gone. I just can't really explain how terrible I feel.

I plan on maybe doing a show in Pittsburgh in November, I'm going to make scarves, mittens and hats. I don't think I can bring myself to make another bag. I know it sounds stupid, but it hurts too much to even think about them, let alone make another one.

Why couldn't I just look out the window. Why couldn't have I just looked in the back of the car.

I just feel like dirt.