Dear my phone, yet again,
FUCK YOU. Seriously. ARGH. START WORKING, YOU FREAK. I CANNOT AFFORD ANOTHER REPAITING OF ANOTHER ELECTRONIC THING. SERIOUSLY. I AM TOO ACCIDENT-PRONE FOR THIS. THIS TIME I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!!!
I NEED TO TALK TO PEOPLE!! SEND TEXT MESSAGES!! SAVE RANDOM NOTES IN MY DRAFTS! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?!
With sadness, rage and murderous instincts,
me