Still really depressed about my favorite possession being stolen a couple months ago …..and only 2 people know about it. My mom and my brother. Because I don’t want to tell anyone else and give this person a bad name for stealing…..I didn’t even accept the fact that it was gone until like a week ago, because I don’t want to believe that people are capable of stealing shit like that. I knew they did it but I wouldn’t accuse them of it and talking to my brother about it was such a difficult thing for me to do because it meant I was accusing someone of something…..
like even though I know they did it I still don’t want to accuse them of it. Idk if that makes sense. It’s making me really sad though