so, it's the time of the year once again that my phone either gets broken or gets stolen. and this year, fate decided that it would be stolen by filthy hands atop a motorbike in front of our university gate. how lovely. that phone hasn't even lasted a year.

(adj.) unforunate: having or marked by bad fortune; unlucky.

that word best describes my life in general. everything i have was on my phone; my write ups which i haven't backed up yet, my academic files, the videos that i took during my internship, phone contacts of people that is important to me (and those that are far away), messages that i have kept for a long while (mostly because of sentimental values), and most of all, my spotify account that i recently just renewed. lmao, i know the last one is kind of petty but then again, music is life for me. 

i feel sad, but not too sad unlike the previous years. i may have shed a few tears but not much. i don't know, i'm not that sad for a lost phone, but because i am clumsy - it just proves how stupid i am. i was also sad that i can't ask for my parents a new set of phone because if i told them that i lost another phone... again...

they'd probably kill me.

and tell me how much of a scatter brain i am. i mean, i should have learned from the past that i should take care of my phone but careless me always prevail. and i can't buy for a new phone for myself sometime soon because i still have a lot of things to worry about, especially that graduation is slowly rolling around. (i'm on my last year of college, yay!) andddd, i have a spare phone.

but that aside, classes have begun and i don't actually like it one bit. i don't like seeing some of my colleagues and classmates for some reason. the only thing i keep holding on to going to the university are my friends, the thought of graduating and helping animals too.

i am so unfortunate.