The f—s stole my keys again. This is the second time in about 3 weeks. The first time, I was at the library. I got up from the computer to see the librarian. Came back, keys gone! Second time, today. Someone kept walking by my apartment door stomping his/her feet. I finally got up and opened the door slightly and put a mirror in front of the door so I could see who passed by. But, then, I got up for a minute to get some tissues to wipe my face. Stupid mistake. I’d forgotten I left my keys on my bed, which faces the door diagonally. I quickly ran to the bed, keys gone! I’m sure the one who did it is the woman who cleans empty apartments. She passed by me with a big smile on her face. Bitch!
Anyway, I didn’t lose my cool. That’s what they want me to do. I went down to the office and explained what happened and I should have my keys by tonight(hopefully).
July 4 is a day for hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad and all those good things we all love. But I don’t celebrate Independence Day. Why should I? I’m not free. On the day I gain back my freedom, I will celebrate our independence from British rule, or maybe not. All of us targets experience torture every day. There’s not one minute we’re left alone, anyway, I’m not. That’s not independence in my opinion. That’s why I don’t celebrate July 4.
If you’re a target and celebrate the 4th of July, have a happy July 4.
To me, July 4 is just another day of torture.
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