Chronicles of the Whiniest Bitch Alive pt 5 (CW for mentions pf blades)

I am, admittedly, very selfish. I know what belongs to me, and if I can keep it that way, I will. I know I should give, and I do make an honest effort to share wherever I can and even what I can't, and I am sincerely happy to do it, but it takes a lot to swallow the ugly feelings of possessiveness. And it's because of this stupid bullshit I have to keep putting up with- People waltzing into my space, touching my things, taking my things, and now trying to harm me with them??? Girl fuck you and the chemicals you took to rot your brain, fuck you and the sob story you keep pulling out of your ass, fuck you and the insane amount of entitlement that you carry instead of honor, fuck you and whoever made you think this was acceptable, fuck you and whoever made you hope you were anything other than a black mark on the lives on anyone who knows you. 

TL;DR- Someone stole my book and gave it back w a razor blade tucked between the pages like I won't throw it in their eyes.