I can’t stop crying right now. I don’t care if I’m overreacting to a problem that can be fixable (I’m not a computer genius, so I don’t know), but if I just lost all my fucking planning notes (yes, the ones that I mock over and over again), all 77-ish pages of it or wherever it was at, I’m going to go lose it. 

I have bits of them stored through e-mail correspondence but still, I spent so much time on that it’s not even funny.

It’s not fair. This damn problem came out of nowhere.