Six.

It's kinda funny when I realize this is the sixth post. It sounds similar with the my feeling right now: sick.

Yes, I didn't go to school this morning. My throats were killing me, I felt dizzy, and my nose was at a bad condition. Shortly, I caught a cold. Well actually, my body wasn't at a good condition since the first day of the week, but it got worse because I was stressed out yesterday.

I lost my mobile phone.

No, somebody didn't stole it. It was completely my fault. I put it on my skirt's pocket, and it fell down. I realize my phone was gone a minute after the angkot left. The driver ran his car so fast that I couldn't catch him. I quickly went to my father's office and I told him about my phone. He called my phone but no one answered. A moment later, someone called my father with my phone, but when we answered, there was nothing but silence (well, there was a sound actually, like...street sound on the background). So my father told me to let it go.

But it appears that I can't. I couldn't sleep tightly at night. In fact, I found myself crying when I woke up. I realize that I can't let it go easily. Call me hyperbolic, but it had been my friend for a year and half. And I really love it, because it was very unique. There's no much Palm users in Indonesia, so I was really proud. Yes, was. Now it's just a memory.

...then I wonder. It's very hard for me to let go a thing. How will it be when I have to let go someone—that I love?