Sparky
Hii my Lanterns!!! This post is another one of my more personal posts. It's honestly more like a diary entry than my normal ones but I really hope you enjoy it. I have so many exciting things planned for our lovely community and I'm going to be starting to work through them fully and get them posted soon <3
My stuffed animal knows more about me than anyone. Hell, it's not even mine, it's my boyfriend’s. I don't own my own.
I used to have some when I was younger, but they are all gone now, buried deep in the corners of my memory. I remember the big ugly monkey. I got him the day I was born, and he was twice the size of me. He was completely hideous, but I loved him. I clung to him like how I need to write to breathe now.
My mom threw him away like everything else that she could ever see is important to me, even still now, she does it. Last week I saw the only pictures that no longer remain on the fridge are the ones of me. I want my plushies back. She took away everything that gave me comfort.
She didn't even give me the monkey that I loved so deeply. It was a gift from my uncle after he won it at the fair. If she couldn't give me the love she needed, why couldn't she accept it when others did? What kind of mother could feel this way about their own child for so long? How do you resent someone from birth.