purchase wrote:
when I was seven we got a dollar and a half for allowance I spent mine on a paper bird in a bin at a store I didn't want the paper bird especially but as soon as I saw this one I wanted it more than anything it was messed up and broken and I felt for it and it had feelings the others didn't have and it wasn't real but it meant so much to me I had to rescue this stupid dumb bird and I bought it and that's how I do stuff I spend all my money on things I feel for I know I understand I want I must must must must must must
I've never done this, but I, especially since the beginning of my twenties, have started to think of objects having feelings, and need to be loved and taken care of. I think it has to do with my utter emptiness, inside.
I'm sorry you're doing so badly.... I wish there was something I could say. I don't know why humans are so nasty, though. I personally think I should leave this life to become a better, more beautiful being, on some other planet; more beautiful, both physically and mentally. I'm starting to think that humans are incapable of true love, anyway. I'm probably wrong, but I'm starting to accept that possibility. Then again, I'm looking for a way out of continuing to live this life, every moment. The latest reason was due to paint having come off of the buttons of a jacket I like.
Again, I'm sorry that you're doing so badly. :/ I wish there was something I could do to make everything better.