Glassness
and for no reason at all
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I haven't really discussed it on this forum but iv been a collector very materialistic for most of life iv collected everything books ,figures, games you name it. I'm not rich but i have never had anything else to spend my money on and now i sit in my bedroom and i just look around and i hate it all
i don't think about any of it i don't go to sleep thinking about whatever bullshit figure i bought i go to bed thinking about snuggling with a girl the way her body and hair would feel against mine instead all i have to hold is some cold plastic figure instead of a her warm body. It was all a cope a guy who went on 1 date with girl has more happiness then all this has ever brought me when you open the box maybe it gives me a dopamine spike for second but then i play it or read it or whatever and then everything just goes back to being still
This shit wont hold me it wont inbrace me it wont marry me i only did it to feel as im completing something. But iv completed nothing if i got hit by a truck tomorrow. What would i have on my deathbed nothing no memories of life no nothing just a sad mass produced collection nothing special nothing personal nothing at all. My memories are all worthless. Its like a prisoner decorating his walls he doesn't care he just wants to get out.
(I guess this is a sequel of sorts to the post i made yesterday iv been bottling up these posts for so long so il probably continue)
i don't think about any of it i don't go to sleep thinking about whatever bullshit figure i bought i go to bed thinking about snuggling with a girl the way her body and hair would feel against mine instead all i have to hold is some cold plastic figure instead of a her warm body. It was all a cope a guy who went on 1 date with girl has more happiness then all this has ever brought me when you open the box maybe it gives me a dopamine spike for second but then i play it or read it or whatever and then everything just goes back to being still
This shit wont hold me it wont inbrace me it wont marry me i only did it to feel as im completing something. But iv completed nothing if i got hit by a truck tomorrow. What would i have on my deathbed nothing no memories of life no nothing just a sad mass produced collection nothing special nothing personal nothing at all. My memories are all worthless. Its like a prisoner decorating his walls he doesn't care he just wants to get out.
(I guess this is a sequel of sorts to the post i made yesterday iv been bottling up these posts for so long so il probably continue)





