malas

just got robbed earlier tonight while coming to work. it wasnt so much about the money and the phone that the robber took from me, its the thought that being safe while walking in the streets is a thing of the past.

the shock, the anxiety, the trauma -- its never gonna leave me. i will always suspect every black-grabed guy, every suspicious looking person on the street as a potential robber.

its sad that as much as you want to see good in everybody, things happen to change your perception.

one thing too, i want to rage againts the so-called security that i pay for every payday. i pay my taxes so that i wont worry about this thing. so thats probably just wishful thinking. damn.