Fucked up night

So the other night I was light weight turning up with my girls and this boy I met a couple of times came down from town to “chill” the girls wanted to go home already so I said ok he can take me. Worst fucking idea ever. He asked for me to get him water since he wasn’t drinking and gas(bum). So I said ok. I get out the car grab my cash tell the attendant and she looks at me funny.

I look outside where she’s looking at and the car is gone, with him driving in it, with my whole fuxking purse. I think to myself you’ve got to be fuxking kidding me I would have never that, that would happen to me, or my family&friends. Like wtf. So I talk to the cops who were no help at all because I smelt like alcohol and they thought I didn’t know what I was talking about (fuck cops). Then I get a ride from my friend.

I find out his number on my phone holder account online and me and couple other people blow his fucking phone up. Even my parents. He only replies when he here’s I made a police report and returned it two days later(today/lastnight-it’s midnight).

but I’m still going through with the prosecution this fuxker spent money in my credit card.


You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you, and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look at him and see the stars, and he looks at you and sees the sun. And you both think the other is just looking at the ground.