Call me Crazy.

Call me crazy, but I can't stop trying to picture what the person who broke in to my house looks like. Is he white or black? Is he old? Was he wearing black? Normally in my head I make up ideas of what people look like even before I meet them, but for him I can't make a picture in my mind. He is kinda like a shadow. I have been picture him coming in to my house some how and taking my things. I wonder does he feel guilty? He has taken away from me years worth of music, photos, files, uni work and memories. Things I can't get back, things which he couldn't get money for. Does he feel bad for taking that away from me and not getting anything in return? I understand my laptops are worth something, but hard drives are worth nothing other than the sentimental value they hold for me. Does he not realise I have the only pictures of my Stirling house on that laptop? Does he not realise I have every single photo from when Archer was a puppy on that laptop? All my birthday photos, my nights out, Bali 2009, Bali 2010, my anniversary down south. Will he look at them? Will he realise what he has taken away from me is worth so much more than the minimal money he will get for those laptops. I think he does, but I think he just does not care.

The police, my family, everyone tells me 'oh they probably did it for drug money'. Tell me how is that a justification? Why is drugs the first excuse? Maybe, he is just a terrible, ugly, BAD person. Thats the excuse, he is just shit and a complete low life. But no matter what the exuse, I'm not getting my memories back.