Today I figured out how to get my ipod working. It has been broken for weeks. So straight away, I played the music. I have never been so sad.
I remembered all the sleepovers I had at home in my country with my friends, exchanging views about the songs, I remember giving each other music through USBs, I remember the day I got my ipod, and I stood at my window waving it at my friends. My two best friends. I remember crying while listening to the sad songs, laughing at the funny songs, and singing along to all of them. I remember gleefully examining each ipod when my friends upgraded, and giving gift cards as presents. I remember all of it. Sitting here crying is the worst I’ve ever felt.