Last night, was pretty extreme. Just when I managed to overcome with Sadness Monster and its cloud of sad-gas, it decides to come back with extra powers. What happened?
My new cellphone was stolen in my own apartment. I left it in my bathroom in my RM300 (approx. 100USD) leopard-print Guess wristlet and when I went back to find it, it was gone. Its the first time I have ever cried over a missing phone. I have a history of stolen cellphones, about 4 in total, including the recent one. My brother actually bought it, used it for a few months and then gave it to me. How do I break it to him?
I searched the apartment high and low. But I knew it wasn’t necessary as it was stolen and I know very well where I had left it. I have memorable pictures in there, and not to mention, a lot of new music in there. I was so saddened, I didn’t even go to work because I was too saddened by this. I don’t know, but I think fate sympathized and I stumbled upon a song to accompany me; I Don’t Feel Amazing by Guillemots.
I just find this extremely hard to accept and I will do what I can to get it back. All for a cellphone? Hell, yes! When you are extremely attached to something or someone, you would do anything to get it back. And I’m on a mission to get back my stolen cellphone. Or get some justice?!