I lose everything. Keys, my wallet, money, library books. People don’t even take it seriously anymore. Like when I lost the hundred dollars my grandma gave me for back-to-school shopping, my mom didn’t blink an eye. She was all, “Oh, Eliza, you should have given it to me to hold on to” and then she just went on with her day.
I try not to really stress out about it anymore. I mean, the things I lose eventually show up. And if they don’t, I can always replace them.
Except for my purple notebook. My purple notebook is completely and totally irreplaceable....