So yeah, I have my own car but sometimes I just like to walk and take the train, the motherfucker grabbed my hair like when you grab a cat by the scruff and took my purse with a bunch of shit... and then he ran... and there I was crying like a little bitch :(
I'm ok now, but it's the first time that I experience that kind of violence, or any kind of violence. But I also feel that I wanna cut his dick and put it inside his ass, full of bullet ants. The first time that I experience that kind of hate. Sadly I can't do that but just the feeling is satisfying. I have crazy thoughts and now I wanna buy a knife, pepper spray and take karate or taekwondo classes, and I'm not even joking.
It's sad not because of the material stuff, but because I like to walk alone and now I feel like that mf took that from me, so yeah, *sniff sniff*. Anyway, thankfully I'm ok and nothing happened to me physically, so I guess that he was a polite piece of shit.
