RandiChillness

Anyway, gonna continue my one (1) crack story, because it had been on my mind for a long time.

RandiChillness

My brother found one of my notebooks. Which is an astonishing feat all in itself, because I have well over seventy of them-spirals, drawing, those yellow books that lawyers use, and a few that are basically a bunch of leaves tied together with a string. But this wasn't just ANY notebook, this was my paranoid notebook.
          
          I won't go into too much detail, but there was a point in my life where I documented a whole LOT of things, thinking that one day-if I were to be found missing, dead or dying out in a forest trail somewhere-then the police would be able to use the information in that notebook and find who did it. I called it something like 'In Case of a Police Investigation." I was very dramatic, like that. And in it I had a whole bunch of my accounts, and their passwords. 
          
          That is how I was able to find and get back here.
          
          (Although why I would have all that in a notebook where just anyone could look inside and take over all those accounts, I have no idea. I was a smart teenager but I wasn't a 'smart' teenager, ya get?)

RandiChillness

Long story short, I lost the old old phone where I had last installed Wattpad in a tragic tale that could brings tears to your eyes and like, three Award-winning Oscars for Most Tragic story, Most Riveting Tale, and Longest Tale of all time. It includes travel, divorces, hotel rooms and coffee, but I won't go into it. The point is that I lost my phone in that time.
          
          I lost everything there, including a LOT of email accounts that I used to log into and create accounts on other sites. And I DO mean A LOT. That also includes Wattpad. Specifically this account. (And like, three others.) I have one (1) story on this account that I had entirely plotted out and had squirrelled away in my old old phone, (the one that got lost.)
          
          I had no drive or desire or means of getting back on this account and continuing that story after that fiasco. In part because I was graduating that year and also because I am a sad and sorry little smoth that got really discouraged and wasn't tech-savvy enough to figure out which of my accounts I used for this story.
          
          And that is where my brother came in clutch.