to those who don't know the story, here it is. to those who do, mourn with us for a minute. 

no one knew what would happen to my precious gem. it was all so beautiful; i was enjoying a dewy and hot summer night with my friends. moshpitting to playboi carti and drinking nutcrackers all while being united with youth that want nothing but the best for themselves and everyone around them. my otto family and i really were just celebrating who we were; we were at the highest point in our timeline, being that the third issue was coming along perfectly and we were all extremely determined + conquering everything. everything spiraled down so quickly and painfully. i couldn't believe the sight of seeing my backpack with nothing but my keys and tank top. i didn't know what to do, if whether i should scream, punch a wall, cry. my world came crashing down. next thing i know i was sitting on the couch, and i was only able to focus on two things: bernie's safe and warm arms, and the reoccurring thought of "why would someone do this to me?". i ended up being consoled by raheem as well, which gave me more security because of the love i share with them. the next hour consisted of yelling, everyone going crazy over who would do such a thing, and what are we going to do next. my older brother Stephan came through to my rescue and was also looking to find whoever made his little sister get this way. i felt overwhelmed, i felt destroyed over the fact that we just lost issue 3; all our hard work and time. although my emotions were all over the place, i kept thinking about how blessed i was to have such supportive and amazing friends. it was everything in my surroundings that kept me alive. such as astrid's soft reassuring voice, kevin's wholesome hugs + genuine caring energy, bernie being the angel that he is, raheem determination, cozy ready to see wassup w the boys; EVERYONE'S CONTRIBUTION TO TRY & MAKE IT ALL STRAIGHT. I appreciated everyone that wanted to help the cause. even those who either didn't know me, knew me from my instagram, or barley knew me were telling me how sorry they were and that it was going to me okay. i felt loved, but i still couldn't help but feel so broken. that night i shared on my story about what had happened, trying to spread the word and get my camera back. my story went viral and i had everyone on my side, trying to get me to see the light and think positively.