I feel so woebegone, despairing at every moment. There’s this very hopeless feeling lingering in my heart. Why? Because FT Island will be performing tomorrow at Fort Canning Park for Seoul’d Out. And I won’t be there. Sigh. The heartache.

Yesterday my sister was packing her space in the room and so she found more stuffed toys to throw away, because they were given to her by her ex-boyfriend(s). I know that people tend to throw away these things due to the significance and sentiments (or rather lack of) but it’s just so cruel. A stuffed toy has feelings too. Haven’t you watched toy story?

To me, my Sheepy is my child. Just like if you got a divorce from your husband, would you throw your children away? Just because your new flame asked you to? I reckon those children hold more sentiment than the happiness of a new life with a new person. I would never throw Sheepy away.

I suppose my thoughts are a little off since I’m rather unhinged when it comes to stuffed toys. I know that loving Sheepy so much is kind of odd, but it’s just the way I view him. He means so much to me. He’s always there for me when I want to huggle him and he’s so obedient and such a good boy. My perfect baby.

Also, I never threw away anything that my ex-boyfriend gave me. He didn’t give me much anyway. I totally don’t love him, and I’m not sure if I did during our relationship (if you can call that one). I don’t even remember his last name. But anyway, I didn’t throw the doggy away because the doggy is it’s own person (or dog). What has it got to do with the person who gave it to me? I don’t think it should suffer for the misdeeds that were done by some one else entirely. Do you get my drift?

Ah, the pains that children (and stuffed toys alike) suffer when their parents have disagreements.

Toys aren’t just for you to chuck when you feel like you’re done with them. If that’s the case, then I hope you get chucked when your (in)significant other is done with you.