I survived. I really did. I'm just happy I don't have to look for my phone anymore.
It wasn't a struggle, as most think when they think of a crazed teenager at the loss of her phone. But honestly, I didn't mind to much. I didn't want to go all crazy about it because I would just get more mad that it was lost. I was just hoping it would turn up, sometime or later.
It is nice, though. Somehow, I feel safer. And more in-touch.
But now that I found it, I have to listen to the approximately 4 hundred voice messages.