Lemme start with a rant real quick: The morning of the day I leave, we go to AT&T, ok? We ask about international fees and stuff, and once we get in the car, my mom's like 'I don't want you getting my calls, so let's get that fixed.' It really wasn't a big deal to me, too much of a pain to fix such a small thing. We want our calendars to stay synced, after all, so we can't just unsync everything.

So we go back in, and the person who helped us before is busy helping someone else, so this b*tch is the one helping us instead. Now, little miss b*tch even f*cking looks like a f*cking idiot. Her hair is in a hideous bun, and her aura is all wrong, that kind of 'I think I'm better than everyone else, but I'm actually just an idiot' aura.

So she starts doing sh*t with my phone, going through screens and sh*t, and my mom's like 'wait, what are you doing?!!'

So we leave, and we're on our way to the airport when I go on my Photos and see it: six hundred something photos. SIX. HUNDRED. I HAD 38,000+ PHOTOS BEFORE. My 20-something albums? Gone. So I frigging freak out; I'm all upset, about to f*cking cry, because that is YEARS of SH*T, and I took photos juST FOR MY TRIP. Things I need to remember and the like.

So unfortunately, we have to do all this sh*t on the computer to fix it, so we'll have to wait until we get back froM GERMANY.

AND THIS ISN'T EVEN THE END OF MY PHONE DISASTER. I realize more about what this f*cking b*tch does later, (hence why this is called AT&T B*tch #1,) so the rest'll be in a different chapter.

(Note: I still haven't fixed it even though I got back around midnight last night :3 My legs are in so much painnn--- But I'll get into that on the second to last chapter. But yea, I'm trying to do all this crud for Wattpad before I start fixing my phone [partly because I have a ton of photos on my phone from Berlin, and I don't want to have them deleted---])

... Stupid thing made it all one paragraph.... (sighs)