This plushie was an impulse buy. It was expensive, but I thought that it looks cool. Now I'm feeling really melancholic because it just fucking sucks to be alone even though my life is nice and dandy, and the memory of having a boyfriend whose belly I could cuddle is coming back like never before. Having a plushie really helps process this emotion.

In a way I'm thankful that at least I got the chance to get to know how it feels to be loved.