Today was a mixture of good (not much) and bad. Though I managed to get a good talk in with my mom about some things that have been bothering me lately, our day was quickly changed. When we came home from walking today, my mother and I discovered our house had been broken in to, and the flat-screen my mom had saved up for months to buy was stolen! Gone. Not ever going to find it! v.v

We did the police report, but that gives little solace. The circumstances around the clues found and everything else says this: Whoever did it knew we had that TV and that we leave each day for between 30 minutes to an hour. It means they've likely been watching us! *shivers* I feel violated, and invaded, and just totally wrong. My mother's taking it the hardest, and its shown entirely...

What's really scary is this: We know they've watched us before, so they could possibly in the future return. We know that they've seen what all we have, so they might come back to take everything else! Not just material possessions but jewelry and items me and Mom have that are sentimental, and they could steal my medicine for my diet to sell on the street!

Its the worst feeling on earth, and I don't ever want to feel this way again.