I am feeling hateful, hateful. My little ipod was stolen. I’ve had it with thieves. Last week I found out my neighbor stole $205 dollars using my checking account to pay for his Verizon phone. I discovered that when I got an overdraft on my checking account. And how did he get access to my checking account? He was doing his laundry at our house and used my computer to set up his Verizon account. He never mentioned he used my checking account too. I feel used. I feel violated. And I’m angry.
I guess I’m feeling sorry for myself. I miss Graeme. You would think that the sting of his death would lessen over time but I think the opposite is happening. I miss him so much I feel like I’m going to go crazy. And when I’m feeling used by the people in my life it makes me miss Graeme all the more.
It’s times like this that makes me want to sell everything and buy a boat so Kevin and I can go far, far away. Far away from all the drugs, and alcohol, and thieves, and liars.
