So, I arrived in Arkansas. Everything is going fine. Found our grandparents, came home. Everyone's happy.
Next day, try to find my wallet. It's gone.
I think I lost it between the airport and my grandparents' house, and it's highly doubtful that it will be seen again.
Right now I feel just about as bad as I did when my computer and other possessions were stolen from me, except that this time it is COMPLETELY my fault. I can't blame anyone else. I lost it, and all the important contents inside. I feel like an idiot.
I already did the "Extreme Anger" and "Sobbing While Clutching a Stuffed Animal" bit. (Don't make fun of me. It helped.) Now I just feel drained and empty, except for just the hopeless feeling that's at the pit of my stomach. I'm an idiot.
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