So its a new year
'I believe in the power of music' I saw that somewhere and liked it. I believe in it too.
My mum took my phone. And I'm a little.. disoriented? uncomfortable? sad? one of those. Its pathetic, really. I've been texting the same person everyday since September. Wednesday was the first day we hadnt. And I feel like part of me is missing. Like maybe my phone was part of me. Or was it not the phone, but the people I use it to talk to? That may be it. All that we are, really, is our relationships with other people. Theres no definite 'me' just as there is no definite 'you'. So by me not having this phone, A relationship of m