pettyrevenge:

Today I decided that I wanted to go see The Martian. I got there 50 minutes early and took my time picking the perfect spot. I decided to go the bathroom before the movie so I didn’t miss anything. On my way back with a soft pretzel in hand, I see a woman with her kids and she’s moving all of my stuff to a different seat so her and her kids can take my spot. I stomach it, grab my stuff and move to a different spot. While I’m sitting there eating my pretzel, I notice her and her kids all going to the bathroom. I seized the opportunity. I run, grab all their stuff, and move it to seats right in front of the entrance so they’ll see it as soon they walk in. The woman comes in, sees her stuff, looks at me, connects the dots, sees that all the other seats have been taken up, and now has been shooting me occasional death glances from the front row.

Someone broke into my house on Friday so I haven’t been living at home the past few days We all feel so unsafe there, we’re trying to get out if our lease so we can move The back door is kicked in so there’s virtually no security I had to take Penelope to my sisters house so she has somewhere safe to stay and the landlords won’t complain I can’t sleep. I’m staying on a pull out couch in a friends living room and all I want is to hold my cat and pet her and listen to her run around the house and attack everything I want my home back, I miss my roommates and my roommates cat and the sound of four boys sitting around playing video games all day I want my feeling of safety back because I literally don’t feel secure anywhere ever and nothing is familiar and walking into my old house to get clothes makes me feel like I’m being watched I miss my life. I can’t sleep. I hate this so fucking much.