i am so angry. i know i wasn't hurt. i know i wasn't physically attacked and it could have been a lot worse. but i feel violated nonetheless. they stole something from me that i can't get back. my memories that i wrote down. things i wrote about when i was feeling them the most. it makes me sick to think someone is reading my thoughts without my permission. i feel so emotionally traumatized. i try to forget. but i keep remembering. i can't even listen to my songs that normally calm me down. my security blanket has been ripped from me and i feel so vulnerable.

when you opened it, did you see her smiling face? that beautiful little girl's smiling face? did you feel guilt at all? those are my photos that i can't get back. those are my thoughts on paper i cannot voice out. my familiarity to something that makes me feel connected. you took that away from me.

how dare you make me feel unsafe. how dare you snatch that piece of me with one throw, from a place that i love so much. did it make you feel whole? will it make your life better? your callous action, did it make you feel like a human being? your indifference angers me.

there were a few silver linings yesterday. and one stood out brighter than the rest. that, you can't take away from me.