For the past… eleven years or so, I’ve had a stuffed bear and a stuffed rabbit. I’ve slept with the bear every night since then. Sometimes I cuddle it, sometimes it’s just on the bed, sometimes it on the nightstand. Regardless, it’s always with me in bed. About two years ago I lost the rabbit and I found him a week ago. I felt so bad that it was lost and in the attic for so long. I tried to have it on the bed but it felt wrong. And then I had just the bear and that also felt wrong. So now I’m alone in bed and something is off. I feel like I just said goodbye to my childhood. I’m growing up more and more very day and I’m not sure if I’m ready for that or not.
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uglygiraffe said:
It sucks to grow up.
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