We got robbed.
Not my favorite sports team, not my country.
Me and my roommates.
We got robbed.
Someone broke into our house and took to the whole, "Me casa es su casa" like a fish to water. I just got home, it's 4:15 in the morning and I'm trying to figure what they took.
My roommate's computer, her boyfriend's guitar, a back pack I had with my Palm Pilot and some clothes in it. They threw the clothes on the floor, kept the Palm. Some Cd's, DVD's.
They didn't touch my 'puter, nor my books, none of our board games. I'm trying to see the logic...
Grasping at straws really.
You know, I'm rather glad they didn't take anything real important of mine. But I feel, in no particular order: violated, scared, sad, confused, angry...They haven't even touched me and I feel like a victim. Not in a heavy kind of way...but I'm kinda nervous about leaving my shit here, y'know? Where's the security? what about the sanctity of one's home?
It's gone. They took it with our shit.
This is me...
And you're leaving.
