I WANT MY THUMB DRIVE!! T_T

*wails*
Lesson Number 1 :
Never, ever, I repeat,
NEVER EVER FUCKING USE YOUR THUMB DRIVE IN A FUCKING CYBERCAFE
UNLESS YOU HAVE PERFECTLY GOOD MEMORY ABOUT PLUGGING IT INTO THE FUCKING CPU IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE!!
ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S LOADED WITH EVERY SINGLE THING THAT MATTERS TO YOU!!
GODDAMN IT TO HOLY FUCKING HELL!!

*wails*
*cries*
*sobs*
*whimpers*
*curse*
*stabs self with a pencil*
*stabs again and again and again*

I want my yellow thumb drive back. T___T
Because my bear bought it and because it's loaded with every single thing that is so precious to me.
*cries*
Kill me now. Please kill me.
*stabsstabsstabs*

I want it back. Please, God, give me a miracle and let someone we know find it and return it.

*EDITTED 2 minutes after posting*
Great. It's gone. For-fucking-ever.
Fuck you, you who took my thumb drive.
Any advice on getting over the heartbreak and depression over losing something so meaningful and precious?
Please, I really need it before I lose my fucking mind and check myself into a psychiatric ward.
No, really.
I mean it.
Please help.