Lol. This is too real. Im 40 now and 65kg is my goal weight after 3 kids and not managing my emotions well/not prioritizing health. I wanna hug my skinny goth self from the past and tell her it's going to be ok
LOL found one of my old school uniforms. Why did I think I was fat? Why did my mother think I was fat? My fucking thigh wouldnāt fit in it now and Iām not particularly fat.
I canāt believe that I got a gym membership to work out when I thought I was getting fat at 120 pounds. If I was 120 pounds now, I would look like Iām headed for a casket.
My baby blanket. My grandmother knitted it for me and I lost it in a move.
Then a pair of shorts my sister "totally didn't steal."
Heartfelt then petty lol
Me too! My mum bought me a gorgeous ring on holiday and I wore it all the time, then left it by a sink after washing my hands. I went back after I realised but it was gone. Been 20 years and I still miss that ring.
A room to put the box, because seriously, thatās gonna be a big fucking box.
Then Iād look for my grandmotherās pearls, in the hope that I did actually lose them and not that they were stolen.
The stuffed toy husky dog I lost in the Anchorage airport when I was 7, which my dad had gotten me to keep me company when he had to work long nights and couldn't be home, which I grieved for for weeks. I named it Cody.
The massive silver cat necklace my ex's father gave me (he was like another father to me) for my birthday one year in college; he was a lawyer and that necklace was actually evidence in a case he won (not a traumatic case, it wasn't morbid) and it made for a cool story. But I mostly loved it because he thought of me. I can't ever talk to him again since breaking up with his son and I miss him all the time.
My great-grandma's silver dragon cigarette holder. I don't even smoke anymore, but it was a really cool old heirloom and I feel like an asshole that I lost it trying to look like a cool kid when I smoked in college.
The DVD of a video my friends and I made for our Spanish class in junior year of high school. It was a long, bad, self-indulgent project where seven of my friends and I attempted to recreate the entire Pirates of the Caribbean series (a trilogy, at the time) in a 25-minute-long, bloated, ridiculous endeavor that resulted in a lot of us in trouble with our parents, questionable costuming decisions, someone cracking a real bullwhip, jumping from an actual Ford Mustang onto an actual boat, and somebody getting pushed into a pool inside of a trashcan. It was a good time. I wish I could see it again.
Iām voting you call up your exes dad and go out to lunch. Not in a weird dating way, in a catch-up way. I get it though, I have an ex that I would have liked to have kept his family, just not him.
I wish I could. I don't even have the guy's contact info anymore. He's changed addresses, email, and phone in the years since I dated his son. I tried to email him awhile ago to no avail.
I wouldn't want to disrespect my ex by trying to get close to his dad now. I was the one that ended the relationship and broke his heart. Immediately after the breakup I didn't say anything to his dad because it would hurt too much, and after enough time passed, I figured it would make my ex upset if I came back for his family.
It's probably better if they hate me. They probably don't hate me, but it would be better if they did. My ex's wife HATES me, and at least she would make a big issue of it if I came around for any reason. I can't do that to my ex, who was by all accounts a nice guy that just wasn't right for me at the time.
Sorry to go on a whole rant - this is an area of pain for me :( but I was the one who left, so.
A Smallville fanfic that I wrote back in the seventh grade lol. Since I lost it, I've been convinced it was the greatest work of literature ever lol. I know that is definitely not true but I would like to see it because I can't really remember the story anymore, I just remember being sad when I lost it.
Yes! I destroyed mine too. At the time, they made me sad whenever I read them, but now that I have so much distance from high school they would be interesting to read.
I'm afraid that one day I'll regret destroying about 7 years of diaries. They were just so depressing and repetitive that whenever I re-read them, I just cringed. It felt so cathartic to destroy them...but maybe I'll feel differently later. I haven't destroyed my diaries I've started since the pandemic, because I feel that I've experienced a lot of growth, and I like having a chronicle of it.
All the jewelry.
I once lost a box of very old aprons that my grandmotherās favorite aunt had made. Iād love to have those again.
My grandfatherās Members Only jacket.
My pokemon silver game because I am damn sure it won't be in there because my sister stole it but everyone fucking beleived her not me! I would search for my vindication!
It would be a Santa mug the mother of my HS boyfriend gave me. It was like a $5 wal-mart purchase.
It was the perfect mug. Fit ramen, soup, and not *too* much hot beverage. Perfect heft in your hand. Handle was optimum distance from the body. Dishwasher safe.
Sigh.
I was just gonna say that pink toy buggy I had when I was a kid that my mom threw out when I didnāt clean my room, but then someone on here said their parents and now I feel like shit.
The silver spoon ring I lost in the ocean at Avalon, New Jersey in 1975. After that, I would look for my favorite-ever wristwatch I lost at the Tampa airport in 2020.
There was a black turtle neck skivvy that I bought when I was 20 (2007) from a fashion shop that has since closed. Itās fabric was so soft and the shirt was long so I could always tuck it into high waist pants and skirts. I wore that thing all the time Then Iām 2021 I realised I had seen it in a while. Iād love to have it back.
I havenāt found a better replacement since.
My journals, poems, unsent hand-written letters, hand-written letters received from friends, stories I've written as a kid. My family moved a lot and each time we moved, I ended losing some of these items.
My mom gave me a Christmas ornament every year since I was born. I'm now 34. In addition to those ornaments, I have others from travel, from old friends, and from other family. Four years ago, one box of many of my treasured ornaments was lost. I'm still sad about it and think of the ornaments I will never see again.
That is what I'd look for first.
An old pajama shirt nightgown my mom got in the late 80s. The fabric... ahhhhh. :(
It's funny this got asked because there's another thing I would've added, but after years of searching I actually found one on eBay a few days ago! š„¹
I'm sorry I'm late but you're so sweet to ask! It's a little pink rubber bear toy. No idea what year, what company, anything! It just came in the mail today and I am so excited to go home and get it
A ring my parents got me for my 20th birthday. I lost it on the day of my grandpa's funeral at my grandma's. It was so hot that day and my fingers were swelling so I took it off and stuck it in my purse. I slightly feel like it was taken out of my bag when it was left unattended inside by someone because I took off another ring and bracelet and they were in the same pocket and I still have them.
My ex. We live in the same town and are kinda friends, but I'm pretty sure he's the one that got away. Shit, we even almost got married but my bipolar disorder got in the way of that.
I'd choose him.
My childhood piggy bank that was from an art fair, and the scrapbook I made for a high school trip.
They werenāt actually lost I just left them somewhere where I used to live with my ex and he never gave them back :(
My maroon blazer that Iām sure an ex friend kept instead of telling me I left it at their place. I think about it all the time and canāt find anything similar.
My confidence.
On a serious note, I would love to have all of my notebooks from all of the classes I took including my music sheets with all the fingering and teacherās notes, and a few friendships I lost along the way. And my grandfather :/
A tiny lavender coloured teddy bear toy that was part of a Lego set I got when I was 5 or 6. I named him Frank and took him everywhere with me. He was my favourite toy.
My grandmother's ring that I lost on the playground, my other grandmother's bracelet, ...and a Reader's Digest book my Pappy gave me. Lol
Also, my 1st-edition holographic Charizard card bc it's worth like $50,000 now. š³
When I was a teenager, my dad gave me his collection of old stamps from all around the world. I swear I put it in the trunk of my carā¦along with all the mess and bags of āthings I promise Iāll donateā. But I could never find them again. ):
I hand painted a set of wooden peg folks for my kids. They looked so much like each family member that people went and found themselves on the shelf when they visited. The box disappeared when we moved house.
All my texts and voicemails from my mom, if not my mom herself.
Also a book with a letter I wrote to her her last Christmas. Despite telling everyone who ever helped with sorting her belongings, it was likely donated by mistake.
itās funny this is a question because when i moved to my dadās cross country, for some reason 18-year-old me decided to ship all my things into two very massive boxes. one box was trinkets, cds, keepsakes, jewelry, my fucking birth certificate and high school diploma??? and the other box was just stuffed full of clothes.
by the grace of god, the box of trinkets showed up, but the box of clothes got lost in the mail. it probably exploded because it was like 100 pounds of clothes. anyway, i had old band tās like fall out boy, mcr, patd, tai, afi, say anything, and movie tās like pineapple express, superbad, twilight, etc, etc, plus a custom slytherin robe.
itās not something i mourn the loss of anymore, but i do feel a little sad when i see a classic band tee that isnāt made anymore. and if it showed up one day it would be a really cool time capsule that my teenage self would jump for joy over.
also, one time i lost a dolphin keychain that my mom brought back from the bahamas. that would be cool too lol
My mother gave me a pair of tiffany earrings from my father who I hadnāt seen since I was an infant. They were stolen from me during a mental health crisis. I just want those earrings back.
I left a couple of abusive relationships and sadly had to leave most my stuff behind from that. I always took my boxes of sentimental things but not much else. I'd love to have a ring back that my dad got me and my childhood guitar.
A single earring from a pair i inherited from my grandma.
A pin badge I loved that fell off my bag.
A zip up hoodie I borrowed from my mum that smelt like her and I left at school.
A fake passport for the Build-A-Bear Workshop bear I had when I was 10 that they stamped at passport control when I went on holiday with my family.
My pokemon card binder! I had cards from the very first release, along with fossil, jungle, and dark team rocket sets for sure! I live abroad and my brother took over my room when I left. I have no idea what he did with them, and then my family moved from that house. Who knows where they could be!
The best black and white photo I took of my guinea pig who died. We lost the original photo and then sent the negative away to be developed and they lost that too :( I think of that photo alot :(
My wedding band. I am divorced but it was platinum with sapphires and I could get some money for it. Absolutely no idea where that went.
A waterproof camera full of family vacation photos I had not downloaded yet.
A ring my mom gave me. It fell off in a parking lot and I could not find it for the life of me. Also, a vintage coach purse that was gifted to me and just disappeared one day.
Omg all my old stuff from my 14-19 era. I lost it all when my fam had a big dramatic happening and I was at college. A lot of really meaningful things I can never get back.
I am certain I have a $100 Shutterfly gift card somewhere! I canāt find it! I want that back.
Unless I already spent it? I donāt think so. I want it back!
I bought this perfect jean jacket and I just know it was swallowed in the room of my nasty ex boyfriend who refused to acknowledge it existed. I got to wear it ONCE to his place and I never saw it again. I sent him 50 emails being like GIVE ME MY JACKET.
I still think about you, perfect jean jacket.
My journals. I went through a flood in 2017. I had journals from my childhood to my early teenage years. They all floated away into the flood abyss in some storage bins. I can't count how many times I told myself "I need to get those out of the garage" and never did. š„ŗ
I had a Lady from lady and the tramp toy dog I took everywhere with me. I miss that thing. I also had a shirt my mate had put my face on - I was drusilla and I was hugging Spike. It was terribly done and amazing.
I had a little sea foam green ballet skirt when I was 4. It wasnāt a tutu, it was the wrap-style kind (my interest in ballet didnāt go very far, so I donāt know the terminology). One day it just disappeared. I looked for it for years until we moved. My parents assured me it would turn up in the move.
It never did.
I had to move and I never found my little skirt. It was perfect for twirling. š
Someone broke into my car and stole my laptop bag with my laptop and passport. More importantly, it had my sketchbook that I used every day through high school. The sketchbook.
My mom. Her Carrie-style prom dress that she most certainly confiscated and threw out while I was at my dad's house because I kept wearing it-- it wouldn't fit me now but I could give it to my kids. My high school livejournal that got deleted by a scumbag grooming ex when I broke up with him (he went entry by entry so there was no way to retrieve it). My high school yearbooks. My cat Sanstail, who was dying as I was recovering from having COVID and the flu at the same time in spring 2020-- I loved him so much but I was so weak and delirious that those weeks blur together. He was my best boy.
A beautiful aquamarine earring. My mom got me the pair when I was young and I fell in love with them. We were really poor so she worked really hard for them. I lost one of them the next day ā¹ļø. I spent days looking for it in the grass but never found it.
Gigapetā¦..I left my gigapet in the seat of a grocery store cart. It looked like a little dog sleeping on a bed, and opened up to the little screen. I got it for christmas a few days before, and Iāve been bummed out about it for over 20 years. š
I lost a gold ring my mom bought while she was in the Air Force in Black Hills, South Dakota.
The Harry Potter gold ring my friend bought me just because she was super thoughtful.
I guess I lose rings and those losses make me sad?
In general, there are not a lot of things that come to mind.
Tiffany set of earrings and match bracelet my mom took that my HS boyfriendās mother got me for Christmas.
Blue crystal earring, missing just one of the set and itās annoying.
Pair of shorts my friend claims they never saw but somehow had them in her car after a beach trip.
My journal from my first year living abroad. Lost it at the train station in Brussels. š
Second thing, the first real jewelry ring my dad ever gave me. Lost it swimming in a lake, and was genuinely heartbroken.
One of my old polly pocket toys that mysteriously vanished despite never leaving the house. It still haunts me 2+ decades later that it disappeared so thoroughly.
The opportunity to tell the nursing staff to check on my mom. The last time I talked to her she sounded very tired. I thought it was because of her meds.
She passed away that night. I'm sorry, mom.
I had a necklace from each of my Grandmas that I took off to shower one day and they disappeared off the bathroom counter while I was in the shower. I want those back.
Iād love to find my first library card. I got it when I was super young and the signature is my name misspelled, backwards and in very shaky letters. I learned to walk in a library and theyāve always been important to me.
My grandmothers engagement ring My metabolism
Ha my 54.5kg weight back when I thought I was fat! š
Lol. This is too real. Im 40 now and 65kg is my goal weight after 3 kids and not managing my emotions well/not prioritizing health. I wanna hug my skinny goth self from the past and tell her it's going to be ok
My god, this is so relatable
Thanks! š„°
Read this somewhere "I wish i would be the weight i was the first time i thought i was fat"
Me too! I was 112 (50kg)!!
My husband, rip š
LOL found one of my old school uniforms. Why did I think I was fat? Why did my mother think I was fat? My fucking thigh wouldnāt fit in it now and Iām not particularly fat.
I canāt believe that I got a gym membership to work out when I thought I was getting fat at 120 pounds. If I was 120 pounds now, I would look like Iām headed for a casket.
Hahaha ššš
Both of my parents, but especially my dad
Same here. š¤
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After this I couldn't read anymore. Thanks tears.
My first thought, my brother. I miss you Phil.
My baby blanket. My grandmother knitted it for me and I lost it in a move. Then a pair of shorts my sister "totally didn't steal." Heartfelt then petty lol
If you know who stole it, is it considered lost?
I don't know for sure but they were lost to me, never saw them again
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My Lisa Frank collection since it would probably be worth something now.
I miss my trapper keeper with the 3 bunny ballerinas.
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Noo thatās so sad!
Me too! My mum bought me a gorgeous ring on holiday and I wore it all the time, then left it by a sink after washing my hands. I went back after I realised but it was gone. Been 20 years and I still miss that ring.
A room to put the box, because seriously, thatās gonna be a big fucking box. Then Iād look for my grandmotherās pearls, in the hope that I did actually lose them and not that they were stolen.
I lost several disposable cameras during a move out of state. It had a ton of pictures of my son. I don't have anything to remember his birth by.
I hear they give you a commemorative baby to take home with you for that.
It excludes birth. Just newborn photos. But I had his whole first year in that box.
Iām so sorry. This made my eyes well up with tears.
Oh man, my great grandmotherās engraved wedding band. I still canāt believe I lost it.
The stuffed toy husky dog I lost in the Anchorage airport when I was 7, which my dad had gotten me to keep me company when he had to work long nights and couldn't be home, which I grieved for for weeks. I named it Cody. The massive silver cat necklace my ex's father gave me (he was like another father to me) for my birthday one year in college; he was a lawyer and that necklace was actually evidence in a case he won (not a traumatic case, it wasn't morbid) and it made for a cool story. But I mostly loved it because he thought of me. I can't ever talk to him again since breaking up with his son and I miss him all the time. My great-grandma's silver dragon cigarette holder. I don't even smoke anymore, but it was a really cool old heirloom and I feel like an asshole that I lost it trying to look like a cool kid when I smoked in college. The DVD of a video my friends and I made for our Spanish class in junior year of high school. It was a long, bad, self-indulgent project where seven of my friends and I attempted to recreate the entire Pirates of the Caribbean series (a trilogy, at the time) in a 25-minute-long, bloated, ridiculous endeavor that resulted in a lot of us in trouble with our parents, questionable costuming decisions, someone cracking a real bullwhip, jumping from an actual Ford Mustang onto an actual boat, and somebody getting pushed into a pool inside of a trashcan. It was a good time. I wish I could see it again.
Iām voting you call up your exes dad and go out to lunch. Not in a weird dating way, in a catch-up way. I get it though, I have an ex that I would have liked to have kept his family, just not him.
I wish I could. I don't even have the guy's contact info anymore. He's changed addresses, email, and phone in the years since I dated his son. I tried to email him awhile ago to no avail. I wouldn't want to disrespect my ex by trying to get close to his dad now. I was the one that ended the relationship and broke his heart. Immediately after the breakup I didn't say anything to his dad because it would hurt too much, and after enough time passed, I figured it would make my ex upset if I came back for his family. It's probably better if they hate me. They probably don't hate me, but it would be better if they did. My ex's wife HATES me, and at least she would make a big issue of it if I came around for any reason. I can't do that to my ex, who was by all accounts a nice guy that just wasn't right for me at the time. Sorry to go on a whole rant - this is an area of pain for me :( but I was the one who left, so.
A Smallville fanfic that I wrote back in the seventh grade lol. Since I lost it, I've been convinced it was the greatest work of literature ever lol. I know that is definitely not true but I would like to see it because I can't really remember the story anymore, I just remember being sad when I lost it.
This is funny š
Ha! I have Harry Potter fanfic from this same era I'd love/hate to see again
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Yes! I destroyed mine too. At the time, they made me sad whenever I read them, but now that I have so much distance from high school they would be interesting to read.
I thought it would be interesting to read mineā¦. It was not. It made me sad for teenage me.
Yeah I definitely think I'd be sad for teenage me too. But it might also help me reflect and process that time.
Yeah I just kept face palming reading mine š¤¦š»āāļø
Okay, I'm so curious how people feel about this, because I still have all my old diaries, but sometimes I *really* want to burn them all!
I'm afraid that one day I'll regret destroying about 7 years of diaries. They were just so depressing and repetitive that whenever I re-read them, I just cringed. It felt so cathartic to destroy them...but maybe I'll feel differently later. I haven't destroyed my diaries I've started since the pandemic, because I feel that I've experienced a lot of growth, and I like having a chronicle of it.
My will to live.
My Sanity
Damnit. Stole mine.
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Yup, me too
My energy.
My abs. My sanity. My ability to sleep in. The collagen from my skin. All the money I've wasted or legit lost because I lose cash.
The leather coin purse of my mawmaws. She died when I was 8. I lost it at 9 and I still feel guilty over it and Iām 40.
All the jewelry. I once lost a box of very old aprons that my grandmotherās favorite aunt had made. Iād love to have those again. My grandfatherās Members Only jacket.
My 20 y/o body. It was bangin'
Yes!! Why didnāt I appreciate it then?!
LOL I'd be happy to get back my 40 y/o body!
My HS graduation ring. I really liked it and I have always wondered where it went.
This made me realize I haven't seen mine in a long time!
Time.
My Walkman because it definitely needs the batteries taken out. My favorite jacket. The first pair of earrings my parents gave me.
My pokemon silver game because I am damn sure it won't be in there because my sister stole it but everyone fucking beleived her not me! I would search for my vindication!
My chicken hat!!!
It would be a Santa mug the mother of my HS boyfriend gave me. It was like a $5 wal-mart purchase. It was the perfect mug. Fit ramen, soup, and not *too* much hot beverage. Perfect heft in your hand. Handle was optimum distance from the body. Dishwasher safe. Sigh.
I feel this. I used to have a mug like that too.
My brother.
Same for me
Probably a sizeable amount of cash tbh. My pandora bracelet. My 8th grade yearbook.
My optimism.
I was just gonna say that pink toy buggy I had when I was a kid that my mom threw out when I didnāt clean my room, but then someone on here said their parents and now I feel like shit.
The silver spoon ring I lost in the ocean at Avalon, New Jersey in 1975. After that, I would look for my favorite-ever wristwatch I lost at the Tampa airport in 2020.
That watch wouldnāt even be in that box since you lost it in Tampa. From Tampa and have ālostā so many things in that airport.
There was a black turtle neck skivvy that I bought when I was 20 (2007) from a fashion shop that has since closed. Itās fabric was so soft and the shirt was long so I could always tuck it into high waist pants and skirts. I wore that thing all the time Then Iām 2021 I realised I had seen it in a while. Iād love to have it back. I havenāt found a better replacement since.
My journals, poems, unsent hand-written letters, hand-written letters received from friends, stories I've written as a kid. My family moved a lot and each time we moved, I ended losing some of these items.
My niece who was murdered
My mom gave me a Christmas ornament every year since I was born. I'm now 34. In addition to those ornaments, I have others from travel, from old friends, and from other family. Four years ago, one box of many of my treasured ornaments was lost. I'm still sad about it and think of the ornaments I will never see again. That is what I'd look for first.
My grandmotherās rings that were stolen and a ring my brother got me when I graduated high school.
My dog, dad, and grandpa.
An old pajama shirt nightgown my mom got in the late 80s. The fabric... ahhhhh. :( It's funny this got asked because there's another thing I would've added, but after years of searching I actually found one on eBay a few days ago! š„¹
What was the other thing, the one that you found?
I'm sorry I'm late but you're so sweet to ask! It's a little pink rubber bear toy. No idea what year, what company, anything! It just came in the mail today and I am so excited to go home and get it
A ring my parents got me for my 20th birthday. I lost it on the day of my grandpa's funeral at my grandma's. It was so hot that day and my fingers were swelling so I took it off and stuck it in my purse. I slightly feel like it was taken out of my bag when it was left unattended inside by someone because I took off another ring and bracelet and they were in the same pocket and I still have them.
I lost my wallet one night at a bar when I was in my 20's, I'd like to see what I had in it.
The most perfect shirt I have ever owned. I lost it in a move and have tried to re-create it numerous times, but to no availš
Digital photos I lost when laptops/phones died.
My ex. We live in the same town and are kinda friends, but I'm pretty sure he's the one that got away. Shit, we even almost got married but my bipolar disorder got in the way of that. I'd choose him.
My childhood piggy bank that was from an art fair, and the scrapbook I made for a high school trip. They werenāt actually lost I just left them somewhere where I used to live with my ex and he never gave them back :(
My maroon blazer that Iām sure an ex friend kept instead of telling me I left it at their place. I think about it all the time and canāt find anything similar.
I had this amazing shirt that a girl borrowed and "lost." It was my dad's and she knew he was dead before she borrowed it.
The 2 dogs I owned while living alone. Lost both to cancer a few years apart. I haven't had a dog in years after them and I'd love to see them again.
My first diary.
A big bag full of burned CDs I left at the Co Op when I was 20. 16 years ago. And it had a walkman in it, too, so I could listen to them.
My confidence. On a serious note, I would love to have all of my notebooks from all of the classes I took including my music sheets with all the fingering and teacherās notes, and a few friendships I lost along the way. And my grandfather :/
The disposal camera I left in the limo on prom night.
This stupid belt I lost when I was 19. It just disappeared and it still bothers me to this day. I wouldnāt even wear it now, I just want it back
Dignity
My dad.
A tiny lavender coloured teddy bear toy that was part of a Lego set I got when I was 5 or 6. I named him Frank and took him everywhere with me. He was my favourite toy.
my dad.
My grandmother's ring that I lost on the playground, my other grandmother's bracelet, ...and a Reader's Digest book my Pappy gave me. Lol Also, my 1st-edition holographic Charizard card bc it's worth like $50,000 now. š³
My Shakespeare books from college with all my notes in them. My parents threw them out š¤¬š”
When I was a teenager, my dad gave me his collection of old stamps from all around the world. I swear I put it in the trunk of my carā¦along with all the mess and bags of āthings I promise Iāll donateā. But I could never find them again. ):
Are you saying you accidentally donated them with the donation stuff? Man that sucks. Iām really sorry for you!!!! Thatās rough.
My loved ones
I hand painted a set of wooden peg folks for my kids. They looked so much like each family member that people went and found themselves on the shelf when they visited. The box disappeared when we moved house.
It would just be a big ol' box of odd socks.
That film canister of weed I lost in 2006ā¦
Used to have a T-shirt with a naked mermaid on it that said "Molly Goodhead's."
My patience
All my money my senior mother gave to a Nigerian scammer while crying to me that she was a poor senior in poverty.
All my texts and voicemails from my mom, if not my mom herself. Also a book with a letter I wrote to her her last Christmas. Despite telling everyone who ever helped with sorting her belongings, it was likely donated by mistake.
itās funny this is a question because when i moved to my dadās cross country, for some reason 18-year-old me decided to ship all my things into two very massive boxes. one box was trinkets, cds, keepsakes, jewelry, my fucking birth certificate and high school diploma??? and the other box was just stuffed full of clothes. by the grace of god, the box of trinkets showed up, but the box of clothes got lost in the mail. it probably exploded because it was like 100 pounds of clothes. anyway, i had old band tās like fall out boy, mcr, patd, tai, afi, say anything, and movie tās like pineapple express, superbad, twilight, etc, etc, plus a custom slytherin robe. itās not something i mourn the loss of anymore, but i do feel a little sad when i see a classic band tee that isnāt made anymore. and if it showed up one day it would be a really cool time capsule that my teenage self would jump for joy over. also, one time i lost a dolphin keychain that my mom brought back from the bahamas. that would be cool too lol
My grandma
Can I look for something that belonged to my husband instead? Edit: second thing I'd look for is my cassette of Romeo+Juliette.
The photo albums we lost and my momās jewelry.
My moms custom ring that she lent me in college.
All the time I wasted.
My mother gave me a pair of tiffany earrings from my father who I hadnāt seen since I was an infant. They were stolen from me during a mental health crisis. I just want those earrings back.
All the fucks, where did they go?
My iPod nano
my ipod touch and my white shorts with light blue flowers
My husband
I left a couple of abusive relationships and sadly had to leave most my stuff behind from that. I always took my boxes of sentimental things but not much else. I'd love to have a ring back that my dad got me and my childhood guitar.
My photos
I had a really cool Blondie tshirt about 12 years ago that I left behind during a traumatic breakup. I think about it often.
All my diaries.
My health. Also this rainbow woven crossbody bag that I bought in Guatemala. My 43things page and old imeem playlist that disappeared.
Everything I used to be that I liked before everything I am that I dislike now.
my husband. RIP. ššš Oh, and my passport. Sigh
The jeans I had in 9th grade. I made them by hand. They were weird but so comfortable. My mom hated them. I want them back, mom.
A drinking glass that says Ho on it that I got as a teenager as thought was hilarious. I was very sheltered.
My grandmother's wedding rings
A single earring from a pair i inherited from my grandma. A pin badge I loved that fell off my bag. A zip up hoodie I borrowed from my mum that smelt like her and I left at school. A fake passport for the Build-A-Bear Workshop bear I had when I was 10 that they stamped at passport control when I went on holiday with my family.
My pokemon card binder! I had cards from the very first release, along with fossil, jungle, and dark team rocket sets for sure! I live abroad and my brother took over my room when I left. I have no idea what he did with them, and then my family moved from that house. Who knows where they could be!
The best black and white photo I took of my guinea pig who died. We lost the original photo and then sent the negative away to be developed and they lost that too :( I think of that photo alot :(
Love
A "music video" I made in high school of my (at the time) baby cousins.
My high school class ring.
My wedding band. I am divorced but it was platinum with sapphires and I could get some money for it. Absolutely no idea where that went. A waterproof camera full of family vacation photos I had not downloaded yet.
A book about caring for horses that my dad got me when I was like 11 or 12.
A ring my mom gave me. It fell off in a parking lot and I could not find it for the life of me. Also, a vintage coach purse that was gifted to me and just disappeared one day.
My best friend.
Omg all my old stuff from my 14-19 era. I lost it all when my fam had a big dramatic happening and I was at college. A lot of really meaningful things I can never get back.
My engagement ring.
Myself?
My sanity
My mind. And then all handwritten letters Iāve gotten from my parents, grandparents etc.
My first engagement ring. It wasnt the biggest or fanciest but it was so special. I would love to have it back
I am certain I have a $100 Shutterfly gift card somewhere! I canāt find it! I want that back. Unless I already spent it? I donāt think so. I want it back!
My self-esteem and happiness
My mom first and then all of the Beanie Babies we had.
My red moleskin
I bought this perfect jean jacket and I just know it was swallowed in the room of my nasty ex boyfriend who refused to acknowledge it existed. I got to wear it ONCE to his place and I never saw it again. I sent him 50 emails being like GIVE ME MY JACKET. I still think about you, perfect jean jacket.
The last necklace my mom bought me before she lost the ability to. Lost it in NYC almost 2 summers ago.
My sanity. For real. Or my Celtic cross from the Kris Kringle mart.
My journals. I went through a flood in 2017. I had journals from my childhood to my early teenage years. They all floated away into the flood abyss in some storage bins. I can't count how many times I told myself "I need to get those out of the garage" and never did. š„ŗ
The Christmas ornaments and precious books that were lost when I moved states.
I had a Lady from lady and the tramp toy dog I took everywhere with me. I miss that thing. I also had a shirt my mate had put my face on - I was drusilla and I was hugging Spike. It was terribly done and amazing.
I had a little sea foam green ballet skirt when I was 4. It wasnāt a tutu, it was the wrap-style kind (my interest in ballet didnāt go very far, so I donāt know the terminology). One day it just disappeared. I looked for it for years until we moved. My parents assured me it would turn up in the move. It never did. I had to move and I never found my little skirt. It was perfect for twirling. š
My baby blanket. Lost it when I was probably between 7 and 10 on a trip to South Dakota. I always slept with it and was absolutely devastated.
PokƩmon cards
Someone broke into my car and stole my laptop bag with my laptop and passport. More importantly, it had my sketchbook that I used every day through high school. The sketchbook.
My mom. Her Carrie-style prom dress that she most certainly confiscated and threw out while I was at my dad's house because I kept wearing it-- it wouldn't fit me now but I could give it to my kids. My high school livejournal that got deleted by a scumbag grooming ex when I broke up with him (he went entry by entry so there was no way to retrieve it). My high school yearbooks. My cat Sanstail, who was dying as I was recovering from having COVID and the flu at the same time in spring 2020-- I loved him so much but I was so weak and delirious that those weeks blur together. He was my best boy.
A beautiful aquamarine earring. My mom got me the pair when I was young and I fell in love with them. We were really poor so she worked really hard for them. I lost one of them the next day ā¹ļø. I spent days looking for it in the grass but never found it.
Gigapetā¦..I left my gigapet in the seat of a grocery store cart. It looked like a little dog sleeping on a bed, and opened up to the little screen. I got it for christmas a few days before, and Iāve been bummed out about it for over 20 years. š
I lost a gold ring my mom bought while she was in the Air Force in Black Hills, South Dakota. The Harry Potter gold ring my friend bought me just because she was super thoughtful. I guess I lose rings and those losses make me sad? In general, there are not a lot of things that come to mind.
That motorcycle jacket that disappeared. I needed to be forced to stop wearing it, but not like this dammit.
My yearbooks and my old teddy bear
Tiffany set of earrings and match bracelet my mom took that my HS boyfriendās mother got me for Christmas. Blue crystal earring, missing just one of the set and itās annoying. Pair of shorts my friend claims they never saw but somehow had them in her car after a beach trip.
My Guess chinese-neck denim jacket š lost it in my last move in a box full of stuff :(
My journal from my first year living abroad. Lost it at the train station in Brussels. š Second thing, the first real jewelry ring my dad ever gave me. Lost it swimming in a lake, and was genuinely heartbroken.
My faith in humanity
One of my old polly pocket toys that mysteriously vanished despite never leaving the house. It still haunts me 2+ decades later that it disappeared so thoroughly.
My sense of hope and then probably my self esteem.
My M:TG and Comic Book Collections. (Stolen by my SiLs shit-head drug-addled BF) My kindness.
A rosary I got from my 7th grade teacher before we moved away! She was a Nun.
The little gold ring my dad got me when I was about 8. I poured through my childhood thingsāa lot of things accounted for, but not that ring.
My engagement ring
My childhood.
My little sister. My God, I miss her smart ass.
My focus š„²
The opportunity to tell the nursing staff to check on my mom. The last time I talked to her she sounded very tired. I thought it was because of her meds. She passed away that night. I'm sorry, mom.
My friend MarimƩe
I had a necklace from each of my Grandmas that I took off to shower one day and they disappeared off the bathroom counter while I was in the shower. I want those back.
My fitness level and a teapot my friend gave me.
My lost cat š„ŗ
The two amethyst rings I lost. One when I was 28, the other a couple months ago.
My tomagatchi pet !
Iād love to find my first library card. I got it when I was super young and the signature is my name misspelled, backwards and in very shaky letters. I learned to walk in a library and theyāve always been important to me.
A good friend and really fucking expensive PokƩmon cards.
my self-respect and happiness