I'm bitter over lost words

Let's be honest, we are all different. 

I say this while mumbling curses at modern technology and my too often too reliant nature on it. You see I had this, quite awesome, post typed out - it was one of those posts that are quite defining and have you returning just to have a glimpse of what exactly was going through your brain at that moment in time - what makes it defining? It is one moments thoughts ability to transverse time and distance. 

I was so pleased with this post and to save it I published it on the "app" only to discover today when I picked up my phone to jot down some current thoughts that whilst my title was there for all to see my text was gone - my text and words were stolen from existence leaving me the mere memories of how good the words made me feel. 

I want to get angry, frustrated, mad, but instead ive got to realise in the end that the words are gone. They were my words, I had them once and now they are gone - I suppose I should be grateful I got some time to enjoy them. 

Turning frustration into gratefulness is not an easy journey. 

Oops - a slight malfunction.