To continue with my shitty streak for the week that won’t fucking end, someone broke into my car last night. Smashed the windows, stole my assignments and all my school notes from the backseat (why?! WHY!? Who the fuck would need those?!) along with two pairs of headphones (one of which I bought like 4 days ago, and another which were Aaron’s DJ headphones), my GPS, and Aaron’s fucking limited edition Neon Indian/Bleep Labs synth. Everything is replaceable and I can buy it all back except for the fucking synth, which is impossible to find anywhere. (and I guess my school notes, but those are less important. Although they WERE in an awesome bag that I had bought in Memphis which I liked for that sentimental “roadtrip memory” value)
The cops say they can’t do anything unless the surveillance cameras caught something and that the case file will be closed soon unless I can prove I have evidence of something, my landlord isn’t picking up his phone and his mailbox is full so I can’t find out if the cameras caught anything, and my insurance company said they won’t cover the damage or the stolen goods because it’s less than $1000 and I already have another claim in because I backed up into that fucking pole last week.
A bunch of the broken glass fell out of my car and scraped my foot, exactly where I’m supposed to get my tattoo, so if it doesn’t heal in time, I guess I’ll have to reschedule.
I decided to go through a drive thru after they patched up my window with plastic to try to make me feel better with shitty food, and the girl snickered and said “nice window”. Fuck you, you stupid bitch.
This is like the summer all over again, where it’s just one fucking thing after another and another and another. All these things would’ve been more or less fine on their own, but I can’t bring my mood up again before something else fucking happens.
So, basically, all I want to do is give up and stay in bed for the rest of ever.
