When I was younger I always bought stuffed animals or had them bought for me. For whatever reason I always kept them on the side of my bed against the wall. I always told them that I loved them all before I went to sleep and that I loved everything in my room because I never wanted anything to feel left out. I could barely give any of them away when it was time for spring cleaning.
I guess I couldn't let some things go.
when I got a bit older I got a bunch of containers to fit on my desk and my closet. Sometimes I would find things and collect them to then put away in the containers. I remember my collection of can tabs and flowers. and buckets full of tiny containers and trinkets. I knew I would use them, I just don't know when yet.
I guess I couldn't let some things go.
When I got oldest I started buying coloring books and kid's toys. I kept them all on the bottom cabinet of my book shelf and promised myself I would use them when I wanted. I would regress and enjoy the happiness of being comforted with things I had in my own childhood. But as time went on I never used them. I just collected more and more.
I guess i couldn't let some things go.
It makes me feel funny to have all the things but I guess in a way I know why I can't let it go. Sometimes building up the anticipation is even more fun than the actual event.
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Mental Illness Poems
PoesíaAs a mental illness survivor. I decided to write poems about whats it's like to have a mental illness. If you are struggling please know you're not alone. You don't deserve to live like that. You can beat it even if it doesn't go away. I believe in...
