I wore that thing constantly no matter what the situation. It honestly NEVER left my thumb. I know it was just an object but for me it was a little chunk of my past. The good times before the hell of first year, the bout of depression, and the near suicidal spurts of negativity. Every time I looked at it, it was a reminder of the things I really enjoy. It made me feel different, like who I wanted to be, and who I hoped I was. Now that it's gone, I've lost a piece of my identity.
That's all of the blathering I'm up for tonight. If you need me, I'll be sobbing over my lost hunk of metal. Pathetic isn't it?