Low-life pieces of shit.

So, sometime last night between 1 am (when I got home) and 8 am, someone cyphed my gas out of my car. I had just put gas in it that night, and got a rude awakening this morning when my mother told me that she found the gas cap at the end of our driveway, and a funnel thrown into our yard.

Okay, so that is enough to get angry about. The asshole stole about $30 from me, got fucking dirty hand prints all over my car, and gave me this overall sense of discomfort when coming home late at night.

I come home tonight, 1 am again, as usual. I parked so I can see my gas tank door from my bedroom window. I come inside and my Mom asked me if I saw anyone outside. No, why? Well, the fucking asshole came back.

HE CAME BACK.

Apparently, the dog barked and startled my parents, who thought I had just gotten home. But, my Dad looked out the window anyways because of what happened last night. Oh look, some punk was fucking with my Dad's gas cap on the truck! Oh no wayyyy!

Yeah.

So my Dad screamed out the window 'Get the fuck away from my truck!' The kid ran off with his little gas tank and whatever the fuck he was using. I came home fifteen minutes later.

This is so ridiculous. I can't even describe how angry and hateful I am right now. I keep running to my bedroom window to see if the asshole is back because I just filled my tank AGAIN tonight, and there's no way this dumb fucking idiot is getting away with any of my gas.

I just can't even fathom how someone would COME BACK after making it so obvious that he was there the night before. And why my house? My car wasn't even in the driveway yet and he fucking did it anyways. He better not come back, but I hope he does. I'm about to go downstairs and making a little hide-out for myself, along with my loaded 12 gauge that is actually, legally, mine. I want to give this kid a fucking scare for his life. You don't fucking do this shit and get away with it. I'm not about to let it happen. I feel like this is some sort of personal threat. Where it's only my house that seems to be getting hit, I feel as though its someone who knows me and hates me.

But what the fuck. I'm too angry to think. I'm grabbing my Allure and Woman's Health Magazine and sitting downstairs in the fucking doorway.

Stop fucking with me.