Fact 3:
This is my koala plushie. I name it after whoever I like or is close to at that time. I may sound like a total loser/psychopath/emo/whatever, but I talk to it. In times that I’m not in contact with that person, I simply substitute the koala with them. But also at times that I’m not on good terms with that person, I vent at it. As if it was really them. This koala has been thrown, cried on, punched, stomped, hugged, chewed but mostly slept on. It has seen me in my most vulnerable states, and has heard all of my unsaid feelings.
At the moment, it remains dormant on top of my cabinet. But I’m sure its waiting for it to be given a name again.
still there
