Not okay.

This is the umpteenth time a catalytic converter has been taken off our lot. The kicker is, I got them on several different cams, including a deer cam committing the crime, and the dude putting it in the truck.

Do I have faith in local law enforcement doing anything about it? No. Because shit hasn't been done about all the other times it's happened--including the time I chased the guy and fuckhead crashed his car in a ditch. I. gave. you. guys. the. car. with. the. tools. and. drugs. and. cut. converters. Shit still hasn't been done.

I'm fucking tired of this. It hurts. It hurts me feeling like I've failed or let down people. I fucking miss having someone to talk to. I miss my fucking friend I was we could settle our fucking differences and acknowledgement and apologies could be had and love and understanding was there. What the fuck? What is it going to take for you to acknowledge that things that happened were shitty? Things that were said and done were shitty, so you apologize for them. Jesus fucking Christ. Sometimes I don't care. Sometimes I do. After a shitty day like this, I do for some reason.

Fuck it.