FUCK

I can't find my iPod.

We had chimney sweeps the day it disappeared. I'm seriously freaking out now because I'm afraid they might have taken it. Now I feel really stupid because I didn't talk to Mom when it disappeared. I didn't even call the company. It may be too late to do anything now, and I feel stupid.

Now I'm freaking out because I'm thinking what life is going to be like without an iPod until I somehow manage to find money for it myself a million years from now...I hate it! I need music with me, and I don't want to come anywhere near a CD player again, because I know I will break it more easily than an iPod (they won't fit in my pocket), and I hated having to carry my CDs around, and having to switch them when I wanted new music, instead of just dialing to a new album stored in the memory.

And I feel guilty too, because all through this, I'm looking around, hoping for some miracle to occur. If there's no way I'm getting the old one back, I...I don't want to say expect, but I guess I keep...pointedly hoping for somebody to replace it, or at least show some sympathy for my situation.

Seriously, I feel like crap. That thing was my security blanket, and I don't know what to do without it.