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Thursday, April 30, 2009 - 12:21 PM
it's like losing a loved one.
Back to top, baby.
So I'm crying my balls off right now because someone jacked my phone yesterday.
I know it's my fault for being irresponsible but what did I do to deserve this?
It doesn't feel real and the fact that I'm crying over a "thing" makes me even more stupid.
I've begged for that phone and it was the only thing I wanted for my birthday.
My razr went missing before so my parents were iffy about getting me it and they didn't until my birthday.

I don't mind if they would ever cancel it themselves but the fact that someone jacked my phone makes me feel horrible and disgusting because my parents are probably so fed up.
I finally told them today and they just shouted and my mom found out on the phone but she went buck....
She wants to call the school and report it to the police or something but honestly they'll just be stricter on PEDs because I'm the irresponsible one.
I would never suspect anything to go fucking behind me and get my phone but I guess you can't trust any one and I just don't wanna talk to anyone anymore.

People need to stop bitching and pointing out that i shouldn do this because ONT U THINK I KNOW ALREADY liek i just wanna shoot myself in the face and be reunited with my blackberry.

I miss it so much.
It was my most favourite gift ever.
I like it more than my macbook.
I would write my thoughts in the memo and never feel lonely.
fuck this


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