I left my notebook in school, just.

As I was walking home after a fruitless attempt of getting it back, I thought about it non-stop. I felt so lost, like as if my direction had been lost, and I couldn't remember a single thing I was suposed to do. It was like part of my brain was gone.

Then suddenly I just told myself "It ain't that bad, I can just buy a new one and start over", and the results were dramatic. Haha..

So ya. Moral of my notebook story is to tell everyone to stop dwelling on who moved your cheese, but to find new cheese in the maze of life.