Mar 27
I don't have a doll based on a person.
I found one that was small and simple, and pretty. She wore fabrics over herself, her head and across her face. The colors and patterns were pretty. And I imagined her as a fantastic dancer.
But even though she was affordable, I didn't buy her.
'It's too good for me.' I thought miserably. I was the lower class. I for some unknown reason to fate, was destined to just look at this doll and not have it. I was supposed to worry more about bills, money for survival, and my little home that I didn't own but was breaking down slowly anyway along with my body.
So stupid.
I can't afford even a simple humble life. Money is a fool. And perhaps I'm a bigger fool for staying alive to worry about it.
