Reasons why I don't believe...
So, sometimes there are things that happen in my life that just reaffirm my feelings of disbelief in a higher power or something beyond just this life and then being returned to the earth when we die.
So first we moved here and found out like 4 days after we moved here that the man next door to us is a convicted sex offender. I was so creeped out by that and still am to be honest but he's kept to himself ever since the first time he talked to my brother and the other 2 kids, but it's creepifying nonetheless.
Anyway, the other day my brother's cousin was spending the night and the next day they were swimming and stuff and my mom was out and she called to see if I wanted to go to Walmart with her to get a lawnmower. I said yes and first it was just gonna be me and her but the boys decided they wanted to go too. So we went and were gone for about an hour. We came home the boys went back out to swim and i was inside with my mom doing whatever.
Then i was gonna get my iPod which had been on my bed cuz i listen to it at night every night and i couldn't find it. I thought maybe Willow the puppy had gotten a hold of it and had drug it somewhere but i couldn't find it anywhere. My brother and his cousin came in and they were helping and they were looking in his room and my brother came out and said, "hey my playstation 2 is gone and all my games!!" I was like oh my god and i looked and sure enough they were gone.
I was in shock. We ran and told my mom and i called the police. They took my $350 iPod, my brother's PS2 and about $500-$600 in games and movies. They also took his portable dvd player and his iPod shuffle and my mom's iPod shuffle and a red Gameboy Advance that we had given to the little boy just the night before. They shoved it all in a pillowcase and took off.
Now what kind of a higher power allows for stuff like this to happen? I'm aware that i sound whiny and spoiled and stuff, i know that my crisis, my plight is far less than others, but fuck we all work hard for the stuff we have and we don't make a ton of money. We take care of what we have and for some punk assholes to come and just take it like that is beyond my comprehension.
How could someone walk into what is clearly a little kid's room, what with the glow in the dark painted smiley faces painted on the wall and the poison dart frog pictures on the wall and steal things from him. How could you live with yourself knowing you stole from an innocent little kid? How can you take that money you get from selling it to your shithead friends or use the device and not feel sick inside?
It just isn't fair and just because I am not starving or have cancer doesn't mean that this doesn't suck for us. I know that things could have been worse but why let it happen at all. It just doesn't seem like something a fair and just higher power would allow to happen in the first place. It sucks and i love my iPod so freakin much. It's like my diary, my security blanket, a pride and joy of mine.
If there's a fire, im grabbing my brother, my cat, my buffy dvds and my iPod. My sister was nice and let me borrow hers for now because she says she hasn't used it since she moved out. So I'm using the pink mini which used to be mine but it just isn't the same anymore. I hate whoever took our stuff and hope they suffer a painful and horrible something. That is all.
"God is going to get sick of me
And the accident
That takes the beat from my heart
Will look like it was my fault" "God is Going to Get Sick of Me" Aberdeen City
Night.
So first we moved here and found out like 4 days after we moved here that the man next door to us is a convicted sex offender. I was so creeped out by that and still am to be honest but he's kept to himself ever since the first time he talked to my brother and the other 2 kids, but it's creepifying nonetheless.
Anyway, the other day my brother's cousin was spending the night and the next day they were swimming and stuff and my mom was out and she called to see if I wanted to go to Walmart with her to get a lawnmower. I said yes and first it was just gonna be me and her but the boys decided they wanted to go too. So we went and were gone for about an hour. We came home the boys went back out to swim and i was inside with my mom doing whatever.
Then i was gonna get my iPod which had been on my bed cuz i listen to it at night every night and i couldn't find it. I thought maybe Willow the puppy had gotten a hold of it and had drug it somewhere but i couldn't find it anywhere. My brother and his cousin came in and they were helping and they were looking in his room and my brother came out and said, "hey my playstation 2 is gone and all my games!!" I was like oh my god and i looked and sure enough they were gone.
I was in shock. We ran and told my mom and i called the police. They took my $350 iPod, my brother's PS2 and about $500-$600 in games and movies. They also took his portable dvd player and his iPod shuffle and my mom's iPod shuffle and a red Gameboy Advance that we had given to the little boy just the night before. They shoved it all in a pillowcase and took off.
Now what kind of a higher power allows for stuff like this to happen? I'm aware that i sound whiny and spoiled and stuff, i know that my crisis, my plight is far less than others, but fuck we all work hard for the stuff we have and we don't make a ton of money. We take care of what we have and for some punk assholes to come and just take it like that is beyond my comprehension.
How could someone walk into what is clearly a little kid's room, what with the glow in the dark painted smiley faces painted on the wall and the poison dart frog pictures on the wall and steal things from him. How could you live with yourself knowing you stole from an innocent little kid? How can you take that money you get from selling it to your shithead friends or use the device and not feel sick inside?
It just isn't fair and just because I am not starving or have cancer doesn't mean that this doesn't suck for us. I know that things could have been worse but why let it happen at all. It just doesn't seem like something a fair and just higher power would allow to happen in the first place. It sucks and i love my iPod so freakin much. It's like my diary, my security blanket, a pride and joy of mine.
If there's a fire, im grabbing my brother, my cat, my buffy dvds and my iPod. My sister was nice and let me borrow hers for now because she says she hasn't used it since she moved out. So I'm using the pink mini which used to be mine but it just isn't the same anymore. I hate whoever took our stuff and hope they suffer a painful and horrible something. That is all.
"God is going to get sick of me
And the accident
That takes the beat from my heart
Will look like it was my fault" "God is Going to Get Sick of Me" Aberdeen City
Night.
posted by Not This Girl, Not This Day at 2:25 AM
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