ForestGhost
The ocean washed over your grave
- Aug 25, 2024
- 114
It is absolutely pathetic as a late 20s person but my plushies are one of the only sources of comfort available to me. I've been clutching my dragon stuffie for hours tonight as I've absolutely bawled my eyes out. I have some pathological inability to form deep connections with other people so this is basically what I have to resort to. At the same time it makes me feel guilty because using this as a coping mechanism feels like it's holding me back in some way, like it's keeping me stuck with some childish dependence on soft, inanimate things. I don't really see it changing any time soon though.