My Stuffed Animals

When I was a kid, and didn't had any friends to turn to for comfort or to vent, I would talk to my stuffed animals, especially my favorite "Mr. Bear." A stuffed teddy bear with a Hard Rock shirt on. He felt like the only friend for me at that time, that cared and listen. However the lack of life didn't really help much. Cleo, the cat, was able to do the comforting.

Eventually, by the time I entered High School, I put him and my other stuffed animals I used to sleep with in bed in the closet. I had to convince myself I couldn't rely on stuffed animals for advice and comfort in my entire life. Had to try to make real friends this time. I had friends as a kid... but couldn't really open up to them as they didn't really care. They couldn't understand either. Eventually I felt abandoned by them. Did make new friends, but like I said many times, couldn't really open up to them, in fear I would be a burden to them and abandon me. Didn't have them in any of my classes in High School anyway.

I still have my stuffed animals in the closet to this day. They mean too much to me to give away.

Even though I have great friends I can only talk to online, wish I had some in person.