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ARE YOU F***ING KIDDING ME?? I'VE BEEN ROBBED!!
10 years ago
*Warning, Strong Language*
I swear down that I have a fucking bad omen hanging around me... all that's happened to me in the past god knows how long is fucking one bad thing after another...
I was meant to be going to sleep early last night as I was meant to be going to London today to have dinner round my friends mums place.
Anyways where do I begin?
it was about 1:00am and I went outside in the garden to have my last cigarette before bed. The cat come out with me and as he walked up the garden path, he set off the security light outside. (Fuck knows why they call it a "security light" cuz it did not fucking help me in this case...) Anywho, I looked up watching the cat walk up the garden and the back gate was wide open. At first I thought it may have been the wind as the weather keeps changing here at the moment, but then remembered that my Dunlop Sport Push Bike wasn't there... then I started panicking because someone, broke into my mums garden last night and stole my fucking bike? no one even knew it was fucking there!!
Stranger thing is that the gate was shut and locked, AND the bike was leaning against the gate, so if anyone were to walk through it, the bike would fall over and make a loud bang. My window was wide open last night and I was either in my room, or outside the whole night, I heard fuck all sounds! that gate isn't exactly easy to open anyways without making a loud sound.
just the fact that me nor my brother heard anything last night and we were both awake when it happened, him in his room, me in mine... I only have 1 idea of whom it might be, and that's my arse hole dick face c*nt of an ex... he's the only one that knows how to get through our back alley, put his arm over the gate knowing the lock is at the top.
FUCKING CUNT GONNA CUT YOUR FUCKING TINY COCK OFF IN YOUR SLEEP AND SHOVE IT DOWN FOR FAT FACE HOLE YOU CUUUUNT!!!!!!
needed to get that out of my system sorry... either that, or no more computer...
Even more funny thing is this. That bike was worth Jack's shit. Had no gear cog thing, the chain was rusted so much that it didn't flex, both brakes were fucked, one brake cable snapped, and both the rear and front tired were flat as fuck. The front wheel didn't even turn properly so it was more of dragging it than wheeling it or riding it... Stupid cunts wont get a penny with that thing. Repairs cost twice as much as the thing is worth brand new!
In other words I don't give a shit that the bike got taken, what I give a shit about is that someone broke into my mums garden somewhere between 12 and 1 am...
And to top all this shit up, I had no sleep when my friend texted me saying she had a migraine and a bad back and was unable to travel. In a way I'm glad about that so then I could try and lay down to sleep for a few hours and get my energy back, clear my mind about what happened. It was about 7:30-8:00am I went to bed, and I was that angry I was laying there with my eyes tight shut swearing at myself for however long it took me to sleep. I literally only been asleep for 2 hours, give or take, and I get a phone call that woke me up but I missed it, looked at my phone and had a text saying call me ASAP from one of my mates, I call him thinking its important, he passes his phone to his house mate, my other friend, and asked me if the person I was meant to be going to London with got paid last night as she owed him money for a long time now.
You fucking woke me up for that? WHAT IS FUCKING WRONG WITH SOME PEOPLE! It's not my FUCKING PROBLEM! Deal with your own cunting problems yourself.
I am so FED UP of being dragged into everyone else's shit, because I always get the shit thrown right back in my face... THIS IS WHY I DONT SOCIALIZE WITH ANYONE IN THE REAL WORLD!
I'm not joking now I seriously think I'm going to end up having an emotional breakdown VERY soon. I started crying after my mate hang up on me... Not even a fucking goodbye? how polite... So I just sent them both a really blunt text message saying that I don't need this shit. They know what I been through this year. One was there when I got attacked at my last place. He was the only one who actually pulled that bitch of me.
(Update on that, police were finding it difficult to find her, so gave me the option to continue with pressing charges and taking it to court, or just letting this one slide. I just thought I'm going through way to much as it is right now, my main priority was to get my mental health sorted out. I just said, you know what, I've gone through so much shit that I don't care if I let this go. so I did, I dropped charges and Officer PC Howel sent me best wishes and a good future. I felt touched with what he said and I thank him for all that he's done for me.)
I've been typing for nearly an hour now, been crying through half of this which slowed me down.
If you read the whole thing then I really appreciate you taking your time to read such mess. Thank you to those who've been supportive.
I swear down that I have a fucking bad omen hanging around me... all that's happened to me in the past god knows how long is fucking one bad thing after another...
I was meant to be going to sleep early last night as I was meant to be going to London today to have dinner round my friends mums place.
Anyways where do I begin?
it was about 1:00am and I went outside in the garden to have my last cigarette before bed. The cat come out with me and as he walked up the garden path, he set off the security light outside. (Fuck knows why they call it a "security light" cuz it did not fucking help me in this case...) Anywho, I looked up watching the cat walk up the garden and the back gate was wide open. At first I thought it may have been the wind as the weather keeps changing here at the moment, but then remembered that my Dunlop Sport Push Bike wasn't there... then I started panicking because someone, broke into my mums garden last night and stole my fucking bike? no one even knew it was fucking there!!
Stranger thing is that the gate was shut and locked, AND the bike was leaning against the gate, so if anyone were to walk through it, the bike would fall over and make a loud bang. My window was wide open last night and I was either in my room, or outside the whole night, I heard fuck all sounds! that gate isn't exactly easy to open anyways without making a loud sound.
just the fact that me nor my brother heard anything last night and we were both awake when it happened, him in his room, me in mine... I only have 1 idea of whom it might be, and that's my arse hole dick face c*nt of an ex... he's the only one that knows how to get through our back alley, put his arm over the gate knowing the lock is at the top.
FUCKING CUNT GONNA CUT YOUR FUCKING TINY COCK OFF IN YOUR SLEEP AND SHOVE IT DOWN FOR FAT FACE HOLE YOU CUUUUNT!!!!!!
needed to get that out of my system sorry... either that, or no more computer...
Even more funny thing is this. That bike was worth Jack's shit. Had no gear cog thing, the chain was rusted so much that it didn't flex, both brakes were fucked, one brake cable snapped, and both the rear and front tired were flat as fuck. The front wheel didn't even turn properly so it was more of dragging it than wheeling it or riding it... Stupid cunts wont get a penny with that thing. Repairs cost twice as much as the thing is worth brand new!
In other words I don't give a shit that the bike got taken, what I give a shit about is that someone broke into my mums garden somewhere between 12 and 1 am...
And to top all this shit up, I had no sleep when my friend texted me saying she had a migraine and a bad back and was unable to travel. In a way I'm glad about that so then I could try and lay down to sleep for a few hours and get my energy back, clear my mind about what happened. It was about 7:30-8:00am I went to bed, and I was that angry I was laying there with my eyes tight shut swearing at myself for however long it took me to sleep. I literally only been asleep for 2 hours, give or take, and I get a phone call that woke me up but I missed it, looked at my phone and had a text saying call me ASAP from one of my mates, I call him thinking its important, he passes his phone to his house mate, my other friend, and asked me if the person I was meant to be going to London with got paid last night as she owed him money for a long time now.
You fucking woke me up for that? WHAT IS FUCKING WRONG WITH SOME PEOPLE! It's not my FUCKING PROBLEM! Deal with your own cunting problems yourself.
I am so FED UP of being dragged into everyone else's shit, because I always get the shit thrown right back in my face... THIS IS WHY I DONT SOCIALIZE WITH ANYONE IN THE REAL WORLD!
I'm not joking now I seriously think I'm going to end up having an emotional breakdown VERY soon. I started crying after my mate hang up on me... Not even a fucking goodbye? how polite... So I just sent them both a really blunt text message saying that I don't need this shit. They know what I been through this year. One was there when I got attacked at my last place. He was the only one who actually pulled that bitch of me.
(Update on that, police were finding it difficult to find her, so gave me the option to continue with pressing charges and taking it to court, or just letting this one slide. I just thought I'm going through way to much as it is right now, my main priority was to get my mental health sorted out. I just said, you know what, I've gone through so much shit that I don't care if I let this go. so I did, I dropped charges and Officer PC Howel sent me best wishes and a good future. I felt touched with what he said and I thank him for all that he's done for me.)
I've been typing for nearly an hour now, been crying through half of this which slowed me down.
If you read the whole thing then I really appreciate you taking your time to read such mess. Thank you to those who've been supportive.
my boyfriend has had a few of his bikes stolen including a neat little folding one. it sucks