Shopaholic

Hello my name is C, and I am a shopaholic.

This is what I would I say, if I would go to an "Anonymous shopaholic"-Meeting. 

I shop to make myself feel better... I have over thirty t-shirts, twenty pair of jeans, ten winter jackets, a crazy amount of underwear and so many tops I can't even count them anymore... And yet, I still go out and shop some more. I can't help it.

I go out to buy something I really need: A pen, or some paper or something else. And then I just pass by the boutiques and tell myself "I'll just take a look". And when I come home, my hands are full of bags and my wallet as well as my bank account are totally emptied out.

And the thing is, so am I. I cut off the price tags, fold my clothes nicely... I even sort them by colour, and then I put them in the closet where they belong.

That is the hardest moment, arranging my closet and realising the amount of clothes I managed to assemble in all those years. The amount of money spent on garnement I will never use... Just to fill this empty hole inside me... a hole that can't be filled with the nicest clothes, or the hottest new pair of shoes.

I have to find a way to make myself feel better for longer than just a couple of hours... I need to find a way to fulfill myself... 

But until I find a way, I will buy the newest pair of Louboutins and the hot new jeans that makes your ass look twenty times better than any other pair, and that bag, that everyone wants to have...