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Looking Back in Anger III:Vindictive

I am fucking pissed off, I have moved agian and getting settled in and it's fucking annoying that a lot of my belongings, mostly of the electronic kind are missing.. i wonder how much of this was a direct plan to deal things that belonged to me and my child...I don't know the next step other than to be extremely fucking angry... I did nothing wrong and I have been ripped off for a number of fucking belongings...some of which cannot fucking be replaced... I tried to be nice and play nice and I have been stolen from? it was one thing when it was just my last months rent, but when I am going thru my belonging's and a number of things are missing it's a fucking piss off... and I will get if someone has fucking stolen from me. I have things that I can use and i will not sit here being a fucking victim If you are planning to fucking steal from me.. theft by omission is still fucking theft, and it is specific item's not just things that are meaningless.... I am losing my fucking mind and I want to smash everything... how is this fucking fair, I worked my ass off and a lot of the belonging's have high dollar values... i wonder if this was planned.. I did nothing wrong except pay my fucking rent on time and try and help out... I am fucking angry and I don't know how to deal with, it's one thing to have stolen from me but some of these belongings are my little boys and it's a fucking bullshit turn of event's that you have stolen from him. two can play at this game of being Vindictive.

Current Mood: Very, Very Angry.
vin·dic·tive (v n-d k t v). adj. 1. Disposed to seek revenge; revengeful. 2. Marked by or resulting from a desire to hurt; spiteful.

Never waste your words on those people in your life who only deserve your silence. Because sometimes, the greatest show of strength is to say nothing at all.

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