When I was 13, I got my first Stitch doll for Christmas. Little did I know that he would be the one thing that saved me from all of the depression and anxiety that my mother put me through. And as I grew up I felt less deserving of his partnership because of all the drama I put him through but always thought he still loved me regardless of the point in my life that I was in. It wasn’t until a dream around the age of 16 that he came to me and told me that he loved me and always will. Now that I’m 21, I still feel the same way and get extremely angry whenever someone touches that Stitch doll.
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posted on March 17, 2012