Past my bedtime but I found myself thinking about things and couldn't stop myself. Another A-ha! moment for me. I think everyone labels me as a shopaholic. Yes, I admit that I was once a shopaholic who couldn't survive without going shopping at least 4 days a week? You know how sometimes people tend to either overeat, or overshop (if there's such a term) when they're emotionally unstable? Yes, I was emotionally unstable everyday of my life up until when, well, my previous relationship ended. I wasn't happy and I had to look for happiness elsewhere. Shopping. Then, when I finally got out from the golden cage I was trapped in, I found my own happiness, true happiness which I can hold on to *clap clap*.
Why I randomly blog about this is because I was wondering why I haven't shop or even bother to shop at all for weeks now. And I'm only deprived of socialising. Nothing else. So there I go, found my answer to my own question. And decided to blog instead of talk to myself in my sleep. Thanks.
love, dreamer.
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