I mostly retreat to my dorm room - all my plushies and my die cast Cars are there. I can sleep, spend hours on the internet, listen to my slow songs and lullabies on my MP3 player, eat and do homework at my leisure, and no one knocks on the door or bothers me.
I can remember being really depressed one summer when I was about 14, and I had this loft bed that I would climb into with some of my favorite die cast Cars and would just talk to them....I told them everything. There wasn't anyone else I could talk to. Mater, Sally, The King, Snot Rod and Fillmore were the ones I went to for comfort first.
This all took place for 3 weeks when my mother was forcing me to go to this "social skills" camp where I had to endure abuse from a girl who was about a month older than me and just would not leave me alone and quit controlling me. I would basically get home from camp, and then go right up to my room, take my Cars up to my loft bed and talk to them. Their metal was so cool to the touch, and their faces were so friendly, easy-to-read, and inviting. I knew they would have taken me away if they could.
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I wish Sterling Holloway narrated my life.
"IT'S NOT FAIR!" "Life isn't fair, Calvin." "I know, but why isn't it ever unfair in MY favor?" ~ from Calvin and Hobbes