Dead inside

I went to Tivoli as a part of a family Christmas tradition, and I lost my cell phone. Or it ran away. Either way, it's GONE. We blocked the number and I'm gonna call 'em up tomorrow to find out if they found it crushed to pieces somewhere or not -- it was turned on when I lost it, see, but it was out of service when we tried to call it so I can only assume that something terrible has happened to it. I'll have mum call the insurance company as well to see if they want to cover it or not. I've never lost a phone before, it's like I've lost a part of myself. I feel utterly naked and empty inside, like there's a void in my heart that I couldn't possibly fulfill. 

I am such a drama llama, I know.

I'm sitting here wearing only one sock, and I feel incredibly detached from everything else. I've been thinking that maybe getting a new cell phone, maybe having to get a new number as well (I don't understand these things too well), will be a new start for me. Maybe I'll be able to relax more and not freak the fuck out every time someone whose number I don't recognise calls me up. Can you imagine it?