Don't jump!

Hmm.. Where should I start? Okay. Since this blog is mine, I'm not gonna talk about anybody else but me. Saturday night, my phone was stolen. Yes. My brand new pink cute bestest keypad square favorite phone. It was stolen by this Indian jerk. Fuck him. Fuck him very very much. I wish to cut his throat and say "Hahaha, try taste your own medicine bitch" And shove a dildo down his ass. How does that make ya feel, huh bastard? Twisted mother fucker. And hell yes, I am pissed. Its been 3 days and still not over it. I haven't use that phone for a full one month. And I haven't explore everything in it yet. Why must this happen to me? OH GOD. Why was I even born? Okay, that was a bit dramatic. Lol. I really miss my phone :(