Someone stole my bike while I was at the dollar store for the grand total of 3 minutes. I had to walk home in the ridiculous cold and throughout that long, long walk I could not bring myself to get angry. It was just a feeling of sadness so deep that I ended up numb, and it wasn't until I got home that I could cry. I've only had that bike for two years, but it grew up with me when I moved to Minnesota. I explored so much with it. It's a really important part of my life and now it's gone. I bought it at Walmart and I have no serial number, so the police can't do much but keep a lookout.
I can't remember a time when I was as low as this.
I know I'm gonna have to buy a new bike. If anyone has a couple dollars to spare, please stop by my commission shop. It's fairly cheap and the money will go to help buy me a new one. If you can't: thanks for reading, at least.