I feel that I have been raped by society. I feel that I have been betrayed, that I have been shot in the chest, robbed, cheated, everything. I feel so unimaginably angry right now that I don't even know how to handle it.

My mother called me while I was in school, and of course I didn't answer because I was in class. When I called her back, she told me that my car had been stolen.

It had been at the mechanic's for repairs. The radiator was getting fixed, so a hose was unplugged, making the radiator temporarily defunkt. The keys were in the ignition and someone just took it. Just drove off with it, not thinking of whose car it was, how they would feel when they heard the news, nothing. And now I have no car.

The police have been notified, and if they don't find it, the auto shop will have to pay me money, but only the value of the car, and trust me, the car isn't too valuable. But I just want to know who did this. I want to look them in the eye and just stare at them for a bit and then continue to kill them with my bare hands. There are not many times when I wish death on people. But this is one of those times. For them, it was an easy getaway, a perfect crime, a hunk of metal and wheels. For me it was something I had worked for for over a year, saving my money so I could pay for gas and insurance, counting down the days until I would get it, thinking of it like it were my child. And someone just takes it. I don't understand. How could someone do that? How can you just take something without even realizing? I can't even write well, I can't even say what I feel because I honestly don't know. Not in ten thousand years did I think this would happen.

I called Dan to tell him, and that just pissed me off more. You know what I really hate? When something shitty happens to you, and all other people can say is, "Gee, that really blows." Yea, I KNOW it blows, dumbass, that's why I'm talking to you. He didn't tell me anything I couldn't have told myself. He didn't even care. What I need right now is someone who cares. Someone who truly feels bad for me and will listen to me bitch and moan no matter how much they don't want to. I don't think Dan likes me, and honestly, right now I don't feel like playing games with myself. I am in no mood to try and please someone and hope they like me because you know what, I don't even think I like him. I drove his ass everywhere in that car, and he should at least show a little more concern. "Just try to make the best of things." That's what he said. FUCK YOU. Oh yea, let's see YOU get YOUR car stolen and THEN FUCKING TELL ME TO MAKE THE BEST OF THINGS. And just how do I go about "making the best of things?" Huh, genius? Hm, where do I start? How about at the point where everything I dreamed about and worked for is FUCKING GONE? And that there's nothing I can do about it except wait for the police to call, and that if they never do the most I can expect is a meager check to compensate for what never can be replaced? How about the fact that I have lost faith in mankind? Or that my freedom has been taken away from me? And for what? For some ass who probably does drugs to take my car because it was the easiest thing he could get to and God knows where it is or what condition it's in. The car couldn't get far because a hose was pulled so the engine would overheat, so at best the engine is destroyed. But I'm not paying for that, the mechanic will. I just want whoever did this to pay. I want to press all the charges the law will permit, and I want him to burn in hell, I want all his children to die before they reach the age of 1 and I hope his wife gets some kind of flesh eating disease, and I hope anyone who else knew him would also die. I hope he fails at everything and crows pick at his eyes and a bear rips off his balls and cannibals find him and eat him . Replace with proper pronoun if it turns out to be a girl.