So this is what it feels like.

What it is to burn.

My purse was stolen today.

In the locker room… and my locker was locked.

5 other girls had their things stolen too.

I lost my actual purse, my cell phone, graphing calculator, ID card, library card, money, my markers, and all of my little sentimental things that are only of value to me.

I also lost some of my spirit.

I don’t understand it.

I wonder where it is right now. I know where it’s supposed to be- right there, on the couch next to me.

My purse has always been the one material thing that I get attached to. It is ME. In a purse. I feel like something is missing from me.

I really don’t care- you can take everything else, but not my purse.

And I know I’ll never get it back. Yeah, I filed a report at the dean’s office, but that won’t make any difference. I just don’t understand.

FIVE PEOPLE. With LOCKED lockers. That wasn’t just a random idea. That took planning and thought. And what are they going to do with my stuff? The only thing of immediate value to anyone but me is the $10 I had in my wallet. It just makes me sick.

R.I.P. My purse. I hope you buy lots of drugs or food and the like, and find a garbage can not as lonely as it would first appear. I hope they recycle the papers and notes I had in you…

Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are a good person is a little like expecting the bull not to attack you because you are a vegetarian. -Dennis Wholey

“It happens.”