I lost our photos

I'm a fucking bitch.

I'm sorry I didn't mean to speak to everyone like that. I didn't mean to just throw tantrum on everyone.

I had a phone call during class. Almost ignored it, but then picked it up and went out.

He said he can't save the files in it.
He asked, are there important files?
What's your fucking definition of important?
Are ten years memories important?
Are songs that accompanied you since young until now important?
Are every single photo that's related to your love important?

I saved the selected important ones, in a pendrive. But the rest are important too.

Fuck my life.

There was once, he left. The only things that he left were these, that I will never ever delete.
I don't know if we can go back to how it used to be. I don't know if we can rebuild these memories.

And I screwed up the rest of the class.

I screwed everything up.

I wanna talk. No, I don't wanna talk.
I wanna sleep all day and wake up with the hard disc fixed. I want to wake up and save a thousand copies in different places so they will never be gone..

I don't understand.
Fuck