Ok well, i just have chills right now. i feel like i am the only one freaking out about this. My roommate calls and tells me our sliding glass backdoor was wide open, screen and all. There's a huge puddle in front of our fridge, but nothing else is bothered.
So i come home, and up stairs i have a sliding glass door which i almost always have open. Still the way i left it. But i notice one of my pillows on the bottom edge of my bed w/ out the pillow case. i looked everywhere and nothing. Nothing else seems to be missing. She cant find her credit card but she doesnt know if she just misplaced it.
i dont really have "nice things" no gold, silver, etc. o as far as we know nothing is missing except the pillow case. But i mean that just gives me chills. i dont fucking get it. i mean ppl have broken in my car twice and you get that normal chill like for the first couple hours. But my home, my "safe place" was violated. and my pillow case, which also happened to be my favorite sheets. ehhh... chills.
ive been staying w/ my boyfd so at least i dont have to sleep there, am i over reacting. my roommate would freak out then laugh about something completely random. my boyfd thought i was spazing but he just thinks im a spaz anyway.
i wanna kick some ass...
ps FUCK FAIRFIELD!!!!!!!! i fucking hate it! eeh!
So i come home, and up stairs i have a sliding glass door which i almost always have open. Still the way i left it. But i notice one of my pillows on the bottom edge of my bed w/ out the pillow case. i looked everywhere and nothing. Nothing else seems to be missing. She cant find her credit card but she doesnt know if she just misplaced it.
i dont really have "nice things" no gold, silver, etc. o as far as we know nothing is missing except the pillow case. But i mean that just gives me chills. i dont fucking get it. i mean ppl have broken in my car twice and you get that normal chill like for the first couple hours. But my home, my "safe place" was violated. and my pillow case, which also happened to be my favorite sheets. ehhh... chills.
ive been staying w/ my boyfd so at least i dont have to sleep there, am i over reacting. my roommate would freak out then laugh about something completely random. my boyfd thought i was spazing but he just thinks im a spaz anyway.
i wanna kick some ass...
ps FUCK FAIRFIELD!!!!!!!! i fucking hate it! eeh!
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slamcage:
Pillow cases are good for carrying things, like candy at trickotreat time. You have been victimized way too much. Your support group, the people who are supposed to care about you seem to have vanished, in the sense that they should feel you. I thought you were moving to Sacramento. Figure out who has your back and who doesn't. From what I see, noone does. You just have traders, people trading for services. Rent for a roommate, sex for a place to sleep, etc. If they gave a shit they would not be in denial. You feel because you know what is up, which means you are in touch with your surroundings, which means simply that you are different, that you are not like everyone else, and you can quit banging your head against the wall because they will not change, you just have to except that life as you know it, is bullshit. Change yourself, change your views on life, dump everyone who is sucking your energy, time, money, feelings, fuck them all. Take a leap towards happiness. Ever seen the movie "I heart the Huckabees?" Its an attempt at understanding your environment, but how you percieve life. Its bound to at least expand your mind. 
jackieb_:
Yeah, Fairfield fucking sucks!! Someone stole the fucking tire off my Honda a few weeks ago! I can't wait to scrounge up enough cash to get the fuck outta here! 