Cell-less

Dear Diary,

It’s been less than 24 hours since my phone’s demise, but the pain of loss has only gotten more intense.

I thought the initial shock was the worst—the desperate denial was followed by the sickening realization that it was really gone and nothing I could do would change that.

I feel out of touch. Unless I’m directly tied to my laptop I have no idea what’s going on. How do I know what’s happening on Pinterest, on Instagram, on Twitter? It’s like being in a box suddenly, cut off from society.

I wanted to go to the store yesterday to get a new phone, but when I reached the end of the block I realized I had no GPS. My predicament became clear to me. I was trapped. How could I travel to get a new phone without a phone to guide me?

Now it’s just a waiting game. I can’t read, I can’t text, I can only sit and stare. What did I do before I had my phone? I can’t remember life, if that technologically deficient existence could qualify as such.

I hope I survive this…