Has someone or something stolen from you? Do you know who/what it was? Did it affect you? Do you care?
Doesn’t have to be serious.
Share your stories!
Has someone or something stolen from you? Do you know who/what it was? Did it affect you? Do you care?
Doesn’t have to be serious.
Share your stories!
Yes, two bikes. Made me very paranoid and hate people.
Did it ever get better? Or stay the same? Cause I think sometimes about the heart as I heard it from a heartbroken guy on Rumblestrip Vermont. He said when it gets broken it’s like you put it in a bag and smash it. And it’s like china, you can only put it together so many times before it becomes dust. But personally, I’ve found I am miserable if I put myself there. And instead remind myself that there is no cap on love, and that it’s a wellspring that we can all draw from.
But also big hugs =(
The second one was only 2 years ago unfortunately. I don’t trust strangers at all, which is sad because I know most people are generally nice.
Stealing from other people should be punished with chopping their hands off, like the old days! (jk)