Today there was a school trip to the beach and guess what? I lost my phone. At the beach. I didn't know my parents or my own phone number (laugh all you want) so it was a bit of a problem. Find my iPhone wasn't even working since I turned the cellular data off. That's nearly 5 years of photos and memories gone... I seriously hope my dad has upgraded my iCloud storage after all those notifications about it being full... Speaking of which, my dad is surprisingly very chill with me losing it, I guess he predicted it since I lose stuffs all the times... But just yesterday, he literally flipped out over me asking why parts of the mashed potato was orange (wasn't even complaining nor in a complaining way), like seriously, so IDK how his anger works sometimes. That is all I wanted to say, goodbye.
