Dear whoever stole my bag,

 [Posted to Xanga 11/30/10]

If you were trying to feed or shelter yourself or your family, I forgive you.

But you took from me the material possession most important to me.

That's the MOST detached way I can state it.

Let me put it like this.

You took from me a very dear friend. You took from me my constant companion, the one who's always by my side, the one who can always listen to everything I have to say, the one that keeps me connected to the outside world, keeps me from feeling completely alone. The one that lets me talk to my friends, the one that represents everything my parents ever took from me when I lived at home. You took from me the purest symbol of my freedom. You took from me a component of my very self, because that was what Calliope was to me.

Not only that, but you took my teddy bear, which was given to me by a dear friend of mine.

If you didn't truly NEED my laptop for the money, and if you don't truly spend the money in a necessary way, then I sincerely hope that you will suffer until you feel pain equal to the pain I'm feeling right now.

I'm in mourning.

Not only did I lose my laptop, my friend, my companion, but I also lost music. I lost journal entries. A month of journal entries that can never, ever be replaced. I lost chat logs. I lost stories. I lost my NaNoWriMo novel, which I had never backed up, except for the first two chapters, which I sent to my aunt a while back. I lost thousands and thousands of pictures. I lost videos.

I will never see those things again. I will never see my Calliope again. Calliope, I'm sorry. I love you.

Home, / let me come home, / home is wherever I'm with you. / Oh, home, / let me come ho-o-ome, / home is where I'm alone with you...