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Nyaa~ *makes grabby hands* Too cute! And I feel a little like her sometimes. It could be why I adopt cockroaches, refuse to spray ants, and keep a hundred or more stuffed animals all around. Since I don't have any friends over here (it's all old people, elementary school kids, and possibly-PTSD'd soldiers all around), I make friends with whatever object I happen upon that catches my eye. Believe me, I actively go out and search for people around my age to make friends with, but I haven't found any who appreciate eccentricity, good old music, semi-intellectual debates, and nomadic lifestyles. The people around here seem to be wrapped up in luxuries and money and gossip and all that kind of thing, which I'm not interested in at all.

I collect odd things myself. Living Dead Dolls (Inferno, Sleepytime Sadie, Isaac, Millie, and Jeepers are my babies), Little Apple Dolls (Sine, who keeps an eye on my room from a high perch atop the record player), and things I shape out of fabric and stuffing (a little creepy-looking creature with red eyes, which I named M). Until I get out of here and/or find human friends, they're all I've got.

And even if they don't move, I feel like they've definitely got their own spirits, and they seem to communicate nonverbally and nonphysically. Inferno especially. Sometimes her gaze seems to follow me across the room when I move from the computer to the bed.

For all the morbid or demonic or strange things I collect, I sound rather goffic. But I'm not. XD I'm just weird, I guess, and I like it that way.