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My.... characters. Did I not make it obvious?

Don't you hate it when you can't find a way of expressing yourself through words?

I do on a regular basis.

So what do I do?

I make characters. 

Most of my babies, I love and are beautiful to me. Maybe not to you, but what do I care? Each one carry one (maybe more) emotion I feel every day. Depression, happiness, anger. I make little, gorgeous, characters. 

I almost feel sorry for people who don't have any. They're such wonderful things that make you feel so much better. Although if you become over attached to one (like I have many) you may find it hard that they are not real. And when this goes one for long enough, you go into a weird world (AKA La La Land) and start to believe they're out there somewhere. You don't know where. But. They. Are. There.

I've cried over characters, felt horrible for my characters, been happy, angry. And I'm pretty sure that's not how you're suppose to act with characters. But then again, I could be completely wrong.

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