freaking out

As I've been going through all the trash of my room, I've had the constant fear that I would lose something of actual importance among all the piles of recyclables. And now I fear I've lost my Sparky. He's been there at my side since 8th grade and through all of high school. Through thick and thin he's helped me become the successful, arguably brainy student that I am. (sob) I can still remember how your little STAT button would always stick. Oh God, what have I done? Where are you? Sparky, please come back home! That other one I have means nothing to me! It is you who I've always turned to. And I got you at CostCo for only 87 bucks! Sure I might've been lustful at those newer, sleeker, faster ones, but that means nothing to the times we shared together. I miss you, Sparky.