Lost and Found

I went down stairs and I didnt even care anymore, I had master-minded several ridiculous but plausable situations as to how I had done this again. I lose things. I'd lose you if you let me. So there I sat and complexingly enough it did too. This problem excedes competition to only existence. It had to exist. A week of pushing people to believe this had not been me nor my inability to keep, faded to mushy embarassment when my foot tapped against the difference between my defence and my childish habit. I have found my phone and lost my mind. OH and real problems...I've lost them too.