So this evening august 25th 2012 I wen into my briefcase where I had a separate money belt ( I kept computer chords… I went into it and realized that the two address books I kept in there one a small maroon one and one a small navy blue book were missing.. this just a few days after realizing that information off my external hard drive was missing…. A personal journal I had kept with writings form as far back as 1998…. Empty…. And personal pictures were being photo copied off my bulitan board and pictures were actually being stolen…. That’s when I started throwing up at the stress level…
The way you feel violated… when what t you carefully took care of is ripped from your possession.. that you are helpless and left to feel that no one cares that it happened to you and that is somehow alright…. That they come in and in their twisted sick psycho minds that they can just violate your rights.,. violate your home…. your way of life.. and just take whatever they want with no justice… it feels like rape… and then when it happen again and again and for ten years the feelings never go away…l the feeling of being violated of knowing someone broke and entered into my home. Or my car of my briefcase.. and they took whatever they wanted.. the earrings my dad gave me… the notes and journal I kept.. the money I had carefully saved from taking care of others….…. bathing peopl e and babysitting and caring for the elderly and the young.. the lies they are allowed to tell.. the way they are allowed to get away with any of it… how they are allowed to steal/use my car.. When they have their imposter identity thief who needs it… when they lie to me on the phone,.. tonight it was some guy on the phone not my mom … who didn’t feel a thing.. told me to” get over it” when I have had items stolen… I hope that person loses everything thy ever loved or cherished or kept or Saved… I hope they are isolated form all the people they loved or talked to or befriended … I hope they are stopped from ever having the life they wanted or dreamed of.. the life they worked towards the education and life experiences that were provided them that gave them great friends… and great family.. and I had great friends and a great family… I had a great life…
Stop stealing from me!…. I hope that every person who has stolen from me will l die a very painful death..because they steal to steal to erase information that will indicate them in the crimes they committed… and to prevent them from being caught…. So when they are not caught…. That means they are let loose on the world to steal again! And that almost definitely means they will steal again..just as they have stolen before… and the more they get away with it the more the crimes will escalate ! I pray every night they are caught and stopped,.. and punished!