dear little pink samsung

tbh I hated you the second I got you. I wasn't ready for a 909 number. I tried to switch the sim card, hoping it'd fit into my old 778 phone. it didn't. I threw you across the bed. the second week of school you rang in the middle of my eng class. my teacher picked up the phone and I was too embarrassed to look at anyone's face and stayed in one position for what seemed like hours. I hated you even more. I couldn't figure out the space button until a month later so mytextsremainedspacelessforamonth. eventually I got used to the idea that I'll never get my 778 number or phone back. so I was stuck with you for who knows how long at the time. in two years I've sent out 76 texts..yep a grand total of 0.104 txts/day (dang whatta textaholic) you almost never have service up on my hill so every time someone calls, I would wander around each room of the house searching for service. its ok. its not your fault. darn three oaks and its hills. (although why dad's iphone always has service is beyond me...) well thanks for waking me up every school morning with that distinct alarm I can't figure out how to change. plus the little memos written during my roughest moments of the two years will always stay with me. bye little pink samsung. you'll be missed. kind of. here's to a 604 number!!!