A week ago this Friday I drove to Build-A-Bear and brought a bear his name is Casper since then everyday when I come home from school I bring carry him wherever I go in my house. I don’t know why but I’m attached to him I treat him like a baby but I find comfort in him I’ve actually almost brought him to school with me everyday and I hate saying goodbye to him. Some might find it weird and I don’t know maybe it is because I act incredibly mature for being seventeen but tonight my mother was drinking and/or smoking and once I came home from running errands for her I asked her to throw Casper down and he was like comfort food or my favorite pair of pj pants on. Maybe this is me falling back into depression or maybe me fighting against it or possibly me trying to regain some of my innocence because of my family/mother problems?