My whole world crashed when I heard the news. I was like SH*T! All I can think about is how my mother will react. She'll be mad as a cow! Materialism aside, but this camera is not JUST a camera. It's more of a token of trust from my mother to me. And I held that trust for a long while. Then all of the sudden, out of the blue, mysteriously it disappeared. I know I am a careless, immature, clumsy being form earth! I accepted that a whole lot of time ago. It's just soooo hard. I thought about not telling my mom, but FAMILY DAY is tomorrow! SO WHAT SHALL I DO! I can't cry hard enough! (sounds familiar?) And even if I cry millions of tears it won't produce that same camera. So with courage and a little faith I told my mom. AND THE REST IS HISTORY.
What really bothers me is, if the camera is really lost. Or someone took it. A big Mystery for me. I can't think. Many conclusions form other's mouth scatters. I can't even pick one to side on! HAHA! I was pressured and tense. I can't breathe for a second and I thought of killing someone just to produce the same material! I was wrong. I talk to my mom, (actually my sister did. I was too scared. . . :D) She let my mom's temper cooled down, then I sat at our living room and every word my mother spoke pierced like iron knives through my chest (figurative much?) I accepted the truth. Accept. Still I am sad. I can't lose the memories of that camera. PLUS It contains the pictures of my last intra murals!
So who-ever or what-ever took it. Please return it to me, it means so much to me. Please. IT's not that I am blaming, but I'm desperate. DEAL with it. I was too happy playing and having a good time. Careless, clumsy, clueless, stupid, immature. BUT I still have SOMETHING. It's called HOPE, FAITH and a LITTLE TRUST. PLEASE. I can't stop hallucinating about it. :'(