i got on a plane today. my final plane.
i teared up leaving sarasota.
then i started getting so excited.
i landed. i was full of smiles.
i went to get my luggage.
my camera was gone.
we left it on the plane.
we did everything we could.
nothing.
its gone.
some asshole took it.
some asshole took camera full of my last pictures with my friends (which i had yet to put on my computer) and peace pins.
some asshole is carrying around my camera and not feeling guilty.
i've just barely stopped crying.
i feel so used and alone.
and i already have negative feelings for this city.
what was supposed to be one of the best moments ever was so far from it.
i'm trying to get positive, but its hard.
yes i will get another camera. yes i will move on.
but not even an hour into my new life i lost my reason for coming.
this is not fair.