I feel so broken. Used. Abused. Naive. How could someone do this to me? Does she realize how much pain and suffering I've had to go through? All the emotional torment and anger. So much anger.
I'm on the verge of tears every second. It's like I can't even think straight. It's almost as if someone's taken a magnifying glass to everything that already screwed me up in the first place. It feels like I'm an ant being burned under the glass of my own hell.
I want to hunt her down and scream at her. I want to scream at her until she can feel all my pain. I want her to feel all the hot, stinging pain that's pulsing through my veins.
I am literally so emotionally exhausted that the only thing I can manage to do is just....feel it.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
During the end of last semester, I experienced identity theft. I figured that I dropped my card somewhere, or that someone was hacking into my account. Someone stole roughly $800 from my bank account. I had multiple overdraft fees that added up to another $200. I was able to get my money back from the bank, thankfully.
Just about a week ago, it happened again. This time I noticed that my card was missing, so I immediately checked my account online. $1500 was missing from my account. Money that I didn’t spend. I immediately called the bank and claimed all the transactions as fraudulent. Then, I called the sheriff’s station and met with a police officer to file a police report. He was able to look on security tapes of where my money was taken out.
I went to meet with him a few days later to look at the tapes and identify the person on the screen. To my shock, horror, and disgust, it was my “best friend”. I could see her right on the screen taking out $800 cash. What makes it even more sick, is that she did this all while I was in the car waiting for her to come back. She told me that she was getting cigarettes. Yes, she came back with cigarettes.
I had no idea what was going on at the time. I only noticed it a few days later. So I put the pieces together, and there’s no way that she didn’t do it the first time.
So this girl that I assumed was my best friend, stole OVER $2000 from me. She took my card out of my wallet when I wasn’t looking. She looked over my shoulder when I would punch my pin number into the pad when I bought something.
When this happened the first time, I was so blind to what was going on. I would complain to her face about how I was out all this money. At the time I didn’t know it was her, but it was her. How sick is that? SHE SAT THERE and listened to me, and then DID IT AGAIN.
So basically I’m going to press charges against her and possibly sue her. If I don’t, I won’t get my money back. The bank will not give me my money back. So even if I could get my money bank from the bank, I would still sue her. I don't know what will happen to her, but she can go to jail for all I care.
I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO BUY MY MEDICATIONS, like my depression medications. You know, the medication that keeps me from wanting to kill myself? Yeah. Can’t buy that because I have no money. Also can’t buy groceries. Or pay bills.
If you thought she couldn’t get any more pathetic, get this.
SHE ALREADY OWED ME $100 before any of this happened. I kept on politely asking her to pay me back. “Can I just have $10 here and there?” “You can pay it off in little bits.” She kept on saying she didn’t have any money because “I had to pay rent this week”, or “my roommates needed me to loan them money”, or “My paycheck didn’t come through yet”. So she would feed me these lies, but then she would somehow have enough money for alcohol every weekend and at least two packs of cigarettes a week.
How. Sick.
I'm in the process of pressing charges. I keep my phone on me all the time, waiting for the police officer in charge of my case to call me back.
Just about a week ago, it happened again. This time I noticed that my card was missing, so I immediately checked my account online. $1500 was missing from my account. Money that I didn’t spend. I immediately called the bank and claimed all the transactions as fraudulent. Then, I called the sheriff’s station and met with a police officer to file a police report. He was able to look on security tapes of where my money was taken out.
I went to meet with him a few days later to look at the tapes and identify the person on the screen. To my shock, horror, and disgust, it was my “best friend”. I could see her right on the screen taking out $800 cash. What makes it even more sick, is that she did this all while I was in the car waiting for her to come back. She told me that she was getting cigarettes. Yes, she came back with cigarettes.
I had no idea what was going on at the time. I only noticed it a few days later. So I put the pieces together, and there’s no way that she didn’t do it the first time.
So this girl that I assumed was my best friend, stole OVER $2000 from me. She took my card out of my wallet when I wasn’t looking. She looked over my shoulder when I would punch my pin number into the pad when I bought something.
When this happened the first time, I was so blind to what was going on. I would complain to her face about how I was out all this money. At the time I didn’t know it was her, but it was her. How sick is that? SHE SAT THERE and listened to me, and then DID IT AGAIN.
So basically I’m going to press charges against her and possibly sue her. If I don’t, I won’t get my money back. The bank will not give me my money back. So even if I could get my money bank from the bank, I would still sue her. I don't know what will happen to her, but she can go to jail for all I care.
I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO BUY MY MEDICATIONS, like my depression medications. You know, the medication that keeps me from wanting to kill myself? Yeah. Can’t buy that because I have no money. Also can’t buy groceries. Or pay bills.
If you thought she couldn’t get any more pathetic, get this.
SHE ALREADY OWED ME $100 before any of this happened. I kept on politely asking her to pay me back. “Can I just have $10 here and there?” “You can pay it off in little bits.” She kept on saying she didn’t have any money because “I had to pay rent this week”, or “my roommates needed me to loan them money”, or “My paycheck didn’t come through yet”. So she would feed me these lies, but then she would somehow have enough money for alcohol every weekend and at least two packs of cigarettes a week.
How. Sick.
I'm in the process of pressing charges. I keep my phone on me all the time, waiting for the police officer in charge of my case to call me back.
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