There's too much to say about disliking myself...therefore I shall just redirect all my ire at the bastard/bitch who snitched my Canon A80.
But I am too numbed already. Perphaps this is a sign of me accepting that I cannot fight such mindless acts of dishonesty, such travesty of the goodness that I believed should exist in every human being, such idiocy at me for not taking care of my own property, all words of consolation has the effect of a band-aid on a haemorrhaging arterial wound.
Such emptiness.
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