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Some motherfuckers robbed our cellar again...
We did a big cleaning with my mom last weekend. We just took a bunch of things to the cellar last weekend and now they're ALL GONE!! Ahahaha... I had a shoebox we took there filled with all my favourite "treasures" I collected as a kid. I couldn't even take a last look at them, we just quickly packed everything last weekend. The robbers didn't take anything else from our cellar, but those two boxes!! DX I don't care about the Lego, I wanted to give it to my aunt's children anyway, but the other box was full of small things, which had been really important to me.
Waaah! The Loch Ness monster plushie keychain I had bought in Scotland 8 years ago (the only time I've ever been abroad in my life) was there too! Nooo! It was not a toy! It was a souvenir, a memory! It was so cute, it even had a little traditional Scottish patterned cap in its head. I even wanted to take a photo of it, but my camera's been broken. It was precious to me, I was even afraid of using it as a keychain to avoid making it dirty and now I can fuck it. Aaaaargh! Why couldn't I check that damned box last Saturday???!!! I'd probably have kept at least that one in the apartment...
What really bothers me, that those things were mostly WORTHLESS CRAP to other people, the only really valuable thing there is my mountain bike, which the robbers didn't take, cuz its wheels are up in the apartment (my first mountain bike was stolen the same way they stole the toys now). I swear it'd hurt much less if they'd have taken the bike instead of the Nessie keychain... (I can buy another bike, but I can't buy another keychain like that here) Okay, I still have a few things, cuz I was a spoiled brat. But those little worthless pieces of shit were my favourites!! They were priceless to me!! I'd have eventually throw them out but it hurts that I couldn't even "say goodbye" to them. The only things I still have now are those, what (luckily) didn't fit in that huge TV box last weekend.
I feel like fate has been constantly raping me to clear my mind from all the childishness I still have and make me turn into a boring adult sick and tired of everything... now that sounded awkward. I am childish. I know many people at my age, who still collect stuffed animals and plastic figurines, though. I didn't do that. I just wanted to keep the ones I already had for a little longer...

Now my mother blames herself, cuz the cleaning was her idea. She even cried. If we waited till this weekend, I'd probably still have those things. And I blame myself because I didn't want to slow her down in packing and didn't check the content of the shoeboxes. But it's useless to think about such things now. Bad luck follows me and my whole family everywhere...

Sorry for the rant. I was just so furious and I couldn't keep it in myself.


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