This morning my dad came bursting into my room. He was screaming at me that he was missing money, about $600. I told him I was innocent but he wouldn't have it. So I ended up giving him my Christmas money to replace the missing money. I have never felt so empty before. I had plans for that money as also a test for me. I was trying to see how long I could hold onto it without spending it and I was doing very well. I was almost done with January and I was proud of myself. I was going to grow that money into a nice amount but now that has been ripped away from me. Whats more frightening is that I'm starting to have the same feeling like I did after the raid of 2015 on my house. I haven't been eating at all and what little food I do eat comes back up. I'm holding fluids down fine but other than that things look rather dark. I've spoken to a few of my friends about this matter with my dad and the not eating and some of them are running away. It seems like some of the people I hang around only stay around for the good times but when things go wrong they are more than happy to abandon me. That's OK, I'm used to being abandoned in times of crisis. The only people standing by me are Syrios, Naketa, Calafin and Sophie to name only a few. It would seem that my cries of pain and loss are a bit too much for some people.
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29 Jan 2017 02:27 CET
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