It doesn’t work now. I have it in a ziploc bag with rice to absorb moisture.
It makes me horrendously sad that I can’t contact you whenever I want or need to.
I just want to talk to you… and then this happens. I’m just glad I got home before my grandparents got up so that I didn’t have to hear my grandmother’s bitching about how I should text her if I’m staying out past 5 when, at the end of that statement, I’d tell her what happened.
I tried to confront her on her passive-aggressiveness today. That expectedly backfired. She just immediately resorted to saying that all of my problems are caused by you, like this—i explained why I didn’t get water when I needed it (which caused a weird thing with my throat that made me incredibly annoyed, that annoyance being what started the argument), said I was on the phone, she asked with whom, I said with Asmond, and as soon as I said your name she started mocking me about being always right, pointing at me and smiling with a forced shit-eating smile that I’ve only ever seen on bitchy high school students.
So, fuck it.
I need a new phone.
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I’m also on an ungodly amount of MDMA.
