"Houston, we have a problem"
New shoes. Two dresses. Two new skirts. Jewelry. A few books. Lipstick. Two vials of nail polish. DVDs. Four shirts. Leather gloves. Socks. Three bras. Sun glasses. Notebooks. Small table-clothes (6). A craft set for making cards. An useless nail-care set. Massive amount of beads, feathers and other shite for "making hair-jewelry".
Above I've listed only a fraction of the stuff I have bought after Christmas. I got a lot of presents for Christmas. We also went on a mad spending spree with mother in post-Christmas sales. And before Christmas I bought myself quite a lot of presents. It was my birthday, too, you see, and of course I had to get myself something nice.
In short, I think I have a problem. I just can't stop buying stuff.
I don't have the money. But it doesn't matter, because unfortunately I'm quite good at finding cheap stuff I like. (And hey, even if I don't like it that much, I can still buy it because it's practically free!)
I don't have the space for all my new things. But somehow that doesn't even register when I'm holding my new find.
Now, spending-spree once in a while is pretty normal and fun. It's lovely to touch the new things and look at them and try them on (and sniff them...). But I don't even do that anymore, I just leave the new things in the bags and don't look at them for hours. I don't try the clothes on before I buy them. I just want to buy. It's getting a bit obsessive, really.
Why do I feel the need to own everything? It's not like it makes me any happier, or if it does, it's only for a second. I feel bad for being this materialistic. Mother Nature will sit on my face, but I don't think she is going to tell me she loves me.
Above I've listed only a fraction of the stuff I have bought after Christmas. I got a lot of presents for Christmas. We also went on a mad spending spree with mother in post-Christmas sales. And before Christmas I bought myself quite a lot of presents. It was my birthday, too, you see, and of course I had to get myself something nice.
In short, I think I have a problem. I just can't stop buying stuff.
I don't have the money. But it doesn't matter, because unfortunately I'm quite good at finding cheap stuff I like. (And hey, even if I don't like it that much, I can still buy it because it's practically free!)
I don't have the space for all my new things. But somehow that doesn't even register when I'm holding my new find.
Now, spending-spree once in a while is pretty normal and fun. It's lovely to touch the new things and look at them and try them on (and sniff them...). But I don't even do that anymore, I just leave the new things in the bags and don't look at them for hours. I don't try the clothes on before I buy them. I just want to buy. It's getting a bit obsessive, really.
Why do I feel the need to own everything? It's not like it makes me any happier, or if it does, it's only for a second. I feel bad for being this materialistic. Mother Nature will sit on my face, but I don't think she is going to tell me she loves me.