Another tiny revelation about the person I am

My back has been killing me for the past few days. The nurses always tell me taking up their job is probably the worst thing you could do to your back but I never thought mine would be affected this quickly. Well, you know how they say back pain is a sign of getting old? Maybe that's what's happening to me. Beside having thoughts that are too old for my own age, I apparently have the health of a grandma too. Awesome.

Anyway, here's something I need to put on the record.

It happened on Tuesday. Since then I am running around with a shattered iPhone display. The hell I'm gonna kiss my phone goodbye. Money is the main reason. I plan on waiting till next year when I visit Vietnam and having it fixed there, much cheaper of course. And then there's this odd thing about the whole incident: ever since I dropped my iPhone, my back starts to hurt like crazy. Is it just coincidence? Or is there some kind of conspiracy I'm not aware of? You know how there are puppets who look like a human being and when you hurt it, the person it stands for feels the pain too? Maybe there's a connection between me and my iPhone. Who knows...

Hey, don't judge me.

Being a writer is my only excuse for this stupid thought. Even if I'm a noob, I will never deny my love for writing (and the mild craziness that comes with it). And on that note, I'm gonna work on an unfinished story now and then go to bed. Good night!