SOME FUCKER HAS STOLEN MY BIKE AGAIN!

I get out of work at 10.15 to see a lock on the floor and my bike gone. I can tell you something. I am FUCKING LIVID.

Either that bitch that stole my personal property did it un 5 seconds flat or somebody saw them and did absoloutley shit. After all, people have been in and out of the store all night and people sat about 3 metres away in the window. Either way the filching prick had the audacity to take the trouble of locking the lock back up again. No mean feat in the cold, it takes most of my strength.

I mean ok. Last time I was asking for my bike to be stolen. I left it overnight in a dark and secluded space but I did need a new bike anyway so the theives gave me an excuse to get around to buying a new one. Plus the bike was absaloute shite! Haha! It had half a brake working, 3 gears, cracked and scabby luminous pink paintwork, a tire with as many patches on it as a quilt and best of all, a rusty chain with a habit of falling off. Those theives got their comeupance in their spoils! Haha.... Idiots. You would think they would bother to steal something good.

This time however. I lock my bike up. I check the lock before I go inside. It is in a well lit area where people are in and out all night or parked in a space right next to it. Come to think of it.... there cannot of been a time when there was not somebody who could have seen it been taken. Worst of all, I could see it if I looked hard enough.

Those fucking scabs.... They take my bike from me in a brightly lit, busy area being watched by at least somebody only 10 metres away from me. Then they have the fucking cheek to go to the trouble of leaving me my lock. Locked. Even though it takes a whole lot of effort to lock it. They aren't just stealing. They are taking the piss.

I was absaloutely livid on the way home. I didn't notice that the lock was bent when I unlocked it and picked it up to take it home. I did boot the bike stand though which seemed to catch the attention of some guys sat in their car. I wonder if it was them.... Nah, they wouldnt put the bike in the boot of the car. Too risky...

I stalked home getting madder and madder. Even more so than the time I freaked out. I belted the lock on a lampost outside the tired man on thorne road. I think I caught somebodies attention again. Who wouldn't? A young woman stomping home with a face like hell belting an inanimate object on a lamp post making a loud clang.

I was so...so angry. I was literally snarling at the point of Lyndale. I was just booting the lock home. People in cars were looking but I was past caring. I was ready to break those bitch's kneecaps. I began to surprise even myself by realising that if I saw them jollying on my bike I would actually cause them some serious physical damage. Luckily for them I didn't. I know it sounds so cliche. The 5"4 girl vs the probably tall and strong guy but I was so pumped up I think I could have just belted him round the head with a lock and knocked him out.

I know it is probably sexist of me to say 'he' but I know that the statistics show that it is overwhelimingly young men.

It fucking riles me to think that I bust my arse all the time at work and school (just today I cycled to school at 8.50am, had a full day including an exam, got home at 3.15pm and then went to work at 3.50 working until 10) trying to get somewhere in life, having goals to achieve, money to be EARNED through sheer hard work and then some fuckwit with probably no job, living on benefits with a million kids they don't educate properly or on some kind of smack thinks they can steal MY property that I and MY FAMILY have worked to EARN the money to buy can just fuck off with it and then mock me by going to the trouble of leaving me my stiff lock locked after belting it with a hammer in full view of everyone, 10 metres away from my own body.

It makes me so fucking angry if I knew who it was I am afraid that I actually would physically hurt them.

I don't feel livid any more, Just angry. I need to calm down before I can sleep. I don't get angry often. Only this and the freakout session have actually made me properly angry in the past.... well few years probably. But when I do get angry... I just blow up and get really quite violent. In the end I have to take it out on myself by punching something hard or on a random object because the feeling stays so intense until I let it out.

I couldnt tell you if that is right or even healthy, but I know that I have tried keeping anger in before and I just can't do it. I just have an overwhelming urge to lash out at something or someone. In the end I make it a something because I don't want to hurt anybody or their feelings. The problem is is that I become angry later when I realise that I have let whatever or whoever has made me angry has also caused me to physically hurt myself.

Ah.

I think I am more or less over it now. It seems a little foolish that I got so worked up. I guess it is good to have a good raving looney moment every now and again. I would still throw something at the person riding my bike though....