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Topic: My childhood stuffie.
Is this a safe place to say that I feel like having plushies as a child literally carries childhoods? I hope so because I miss mine.
His name was Mr.fluffy. He was a stuffed dog a got on Valentine's day, he was a soft light blue color and holding a pink heart, with round beaded eyes that were so cute. I'll probably never forget him.
He was there in every single one of my memories as a child, even as he got uglier as the years went on. (His stuffing was spilling out and one of his eyes were long gone, not to mention all the ashes he had in his skin, burn marks and the fact we ripped his heart off). But he still meant something to me y'know?
Unfortunately my mom threw him out when I turned ten and gaslit me into thinking I just lost him (which isn't possible I literally kept him in my bed all day everyday), because I was too old to have one. But I miss him so much everyday, I hate that I can't remember his smell or how he looked clearly.
I got a build a bear to try and replace him, but of course I didn't care about it like I did with fluffy. Now everyone is upset that like 100 and something dollars were spent on a beat I don't give a shit about, but I just want Mr.fluffy back.
Yap session: concluded.
(P.S: I will be back on my usual bullshit topics)