To the Asshats Who Broke Into My House

Screw you.

Who the hell do you think you are, and what f--king right do you have to enter my home uninvited? What in the world did I ever do to you?

Nothing.

I know this because we are one of four houses you have burglarized in two weeks. Random. No connection other than geography.

F--k you.

You didn't know me from Eve when you decided to kick in my door (leaving fabulous foot and finger prints for the CSI, thanks for that) and relieve me and my roommate of our flat screen, our XBox360, our jewelry and cash, laptops....

You know me now, though, and that is why I want to sink a crow bar into your head. You may not remember what you did or what you saw, but I do. I saw what you did to my bed, my drawers, my closet, my photos, my shelves. I still feel you in my house, in my bedroom and bathroom. I can hear you rummaging through my personal belongings in the hurried pursuit of something you can pawn for a quick buck.

F--k you.

It may be just "stuff" to you and yours, but to me it is memories, personal space, homework.... things I cannot easily replace or rebuild. Gifts from my father who died almost two years ago; research and hard work for my business, my employer, my education; unique and personal to me, including material things, time and effort; you felt entitled, so you took it.

F--k you.

It's my home, my safety, my security. You took it all, with no regard for anyone or anything save the $20 you can get for something to feed your habit.

F--k you.

I feel shattered, uncomfortable, vulnerable, insecure, watched.

F--k you.

F--k you.

F--k you.