People steal from me

I hate my life. So many of my precious things from my childhood are gone. I don't know where they went or why. I'm taken advantage of like a whore. I don't have anything, I never have. When I go to Rainforest Cafe it's a plate of fries and you're allowed to enjoy the scenery. Ha. Why do people steal from me? My toys aren't worth anything to anyone else. I didn't say that kid could play with them. He's not allowed to. It's not fun this way.
Other things. Comfort items. Things I finally had so that I could feel a little more at ease with my life. They're gone. Where to? Don't know. The laudromat, I assume. Some of my t-shirts. I need them back now, where are they? My pokemon cards? and EAT IT THOSE NINJA TURTLES WERE NOT VINTAGE!!! HOLY MY ASS

 

why does any of that shit matter to you anyways?...ppl steal shit from me all the time, stuff i really like having but i figure if someone wants something that badly then they deserve it more than i do. it's not like i can take it to the grave w/ me, so why bother getting upset about it? it's all just a perversion of nature.

 

You are treated the way you want to be treated.

 

Listen, I'm not talking about faulty belief systems that I once held dear that people steal from me. I'm talking about physical possessions. Things that I poured my heart into as a teenager, things that I made with my hands. CDs the songs on which mean so much to me. Clothes that I thought I would always be able to cherish; gifts from my sisters that were meant for my fiance. So go fuck yourself if you can get it up.

 

maybe you're just easy to steal from and take advantage of...i don't know why these things happen to you, but maybe you bring it upon yourself...sorry people steal your stuff, that sucks man

 

why bother bitching about it?