I want to say it was my fault that I wasn't more careful, but I'm tired of blaming myself all the time. I'm upset, obviously. The iPod was a gift from my sister, and getting a new one doesn't make me feel any better because this one has sentimental values. In any case, I can't afford a new one now, so buying another one is out of the question anyway. I just gave my mother $200 to help pay for the repairs on my car without actually telling her the money was from me, so it feels wrong to ask her for money back.
This morning, Calvin harassed me for two hours straight. First, he scratched and punched my face and head at 5 AM because he ran out of food. Then when I filled up his bowl and kicked him out of my room, he tried digging a hole to get into my room for another hour. It's sad to think I wanted to send him away to Berkeley when he was the only one who came to comfort me about my stolen iPod when I came home today.