We, as people, have strings that are attach to everything.
It might be that teddy bear, the one you had since you were little to keep all the bad things away.
It could be attention that you are attach to, always loving the spot light. But always taking down anyone in your way.
Or it could be something horrid, like a drug or alcohol. Where your string is so thick it's impossible to cut, and ending up losing everything, including your family.
Then there are some who doesn't attach to anything easily. Who has nothing or no one.
Then there is me.
I don't attach to anything, but its not because I don't have anyone or anything.
I have a family. It's not accurate but I have one. I can have anything I want because of who my Dad is.
The problem is, and mom can second hand it.
I don't care. Insane maybe.
I didn't think I could attach to anything.
If I did, I would think it would be a drug but, I did get addicted to a drug. Just not the drug I was expecting.
Bad thing about drugs is that you want more, but can never get enough.
Believe it or not, I got attach.
And I want more.
I can't get enough.
