Me: The other day I woke up and did stuff. Then, after breakfast, I couldn't find my phone. I kept looking, but I couldn't find it. It turns out that my little brother had it, but didn't know the password. Mwahaha...
Anyway, this made me realize how dependant I am of my phone. All my art is on here, it's how I talk to a couple of my friends. I have terrible penmanship so I call or text people. All my stories, random, crappy, unfinished songs, and lists are on my phone.
This generation has embodied their lives in technology so much, that we freak out about such small things like a low battery, weak WiFi, etc.
I don't know what else to say...
