I lost my phone. Again.

This time, it's worse because it is not my phone. It is my brother's phone. And I just broke it to him a few minutes ago. He is raging at me on Facebook messenger.. and rightfully so.

Really, I don't know how it happened. I took care of the phone but, yesterday when I emptied my bag, I couldn't find it. I went berserk.

I'll admit it, I think I'm losing a grip of things. Wow the pun, at a moment like this... I can still joke haha. Again, I wasn't sad with my predicament. I was angry, and am still angry. Twice. Committing the same mistake, twice. 

Alright, I just cried to myself while talking to my brother. The disappointment from others sucks, especially when I'm already disappointed with myself. Sigh. Oh my, things that can happen when you're out travelling alone. I know in years to come, this incident will be nothing but a minute one. Things will get better. Actually crying it out has made me feel better. And I feel better after telling my brother. I contemplated concocting a lie after I come back from all my travels, but the phone is his and it means a lot to him so he has the right to know.

Ok my brother and I are talking like reasonable human beings now. I took his punches and blows and now we're tryna work things out and I'm telling him about my feelings... haha. This is turning out to be a sibling bonding session.

My mac is dying soon, see yall later. Hopefully no more bad stuff happens. I SAY NO MORE!!!!! PLEASE.