My whole body is widely aware about the dilemma I got myself into. I can’t say that I whole heartedly accepted the fact that some asshole snatch up my phone. Believe me, I can’t stop thinking about it and the troubles that goes along with it. I miss my phone. I miss my alarm clock, my camera, my source of communication. I want to hold it again. And remembering that I miss it is also remembering the scene where I lose it. That scene causes me to pity myself. The very inside of my being is screaming that I’m a useless person, unreliable, careless.
But I need to let it go and move on. Everybody do that and it’s about time that I should too. Mom and I are friends again. :)) Well, she’s not mad anymore but she can’t really forget. I need to super bribe her and make amends later. As for my phone, I’ll send it my goodbye. This is the part where I have to let it go and make the experience a reminding tool to be extra careful next time. And hey, Life goes on. :)
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