the following paragraph was written in my moleskine hours after the disappearance of my stuff.22nd August 2011:
Catastrophe. Someone has stolen my black macbook. Stunned. Plunged immediately into a never ending abyss of despair. Could this really be happening? For Real? I found myself questioning my own mental state. Losing it. Badly. Thoughts running amok. What the fuck. I wanted to blame someone, anything. But in all honesty, I fucked up big time. I screwed myself over. All the memories. All the data. All the pictures and videos. Gone. Washed away in a single horrible act of theft.
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