To the person out there somewhere who broke into my car, I sincerely hope that it was worth it. I really do hope that stealing all of the CD's I owned along with a few other things gives you some messed up sense of accomplishment, since that clearly is what your life was so badly lacking.

I hope you feel better about yourself. I hope you sleep better at night now, while I lie awake because I've never known until now what it's like to feel so invaded. I hope you know my skin crawls at the thought of you being inside my car and me not even knowing who you are or why you victimized me.

I hope you're proud.

I hope that whatever sick and twisted need it was that kept you awake at 3 a.m. in the dark and in the cold, thumbing through everything I've worked hard for, was laid to rest as you took what you could and escaped back into the forgiving silence of the night.

I hope you felt good about things as you left a mess for me to wake up to in the morning. As you threw my things around carelessly and scattered them, I hope something made you feel invincible. I hope all of your insecurities went away for as long as it took you to steal from me.

But more than anything, thank you. Thank you for the reminder that I shouldn't trust the open world. Thank you for keeping me humble and reminding me that humanity isn't always good. Thank you for being the one to prove to me that bad things really do happen to good people, though it hurts me to know. Thank you for leaving me with one CD with my favorite track, which is titled so ironically for this situation that it really says just about everything I really should be saying.

"Shame On You."