The This happened to me in early 204 and I'm still receiving counseling about it.

So I'm a college student in my final year and at the time I rented a house with a couple of friends.

We were away for spring break and our house got broken into.

It was heartbreaking.

A whole bunch of stuff was taken, a MacBook Air,

our PlayStation, and a bunch of cash that one of my roommates kept hidden under their mattress.

Who knew people really did that these days? Thankfully, it was only a few hundred dollars,

but still, that's a lot of money to broke-ass bitches like us.

I remember coming home buzzing but tired from the vacation and just staring in dismay at the door standing there, ajar.

We went in carefully, probably should have called the cops first,

and were just met with chaos.

These thieves hadn't actually taken all that much, but they'd thrown

everything around and made the biggest damn mess with books, food items, throwing the couch

cushions around. Thankfully, I kept my room lock, so I thought that they didn't bust in there.

But one of my roommates, the one who kept the cash under her mattress,

her stuff all got trashed. We spent that night in a motel, and then the next day began the

long and upsetting task of cleaning up our life. My roommate's boyfriends and a couple of our friends

all pitched into help. By the end of the day, things were almost back

to normal, minus the shared laptop we kept in the living room, the PlayStation, a bunch of food

we had to thrown out, and things like that. From the next day, we were tasked with itemizing

all the missing items. And at first it seemed like it was only a handful of things, which I've

mentioned. Then as time passed, we started noticing more missing items, an expensive crockpot

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