Into the mind of a compulsive shopper

This is a confession of a compulsive shopper. Please discontinue reading if you hve anything against shopaholics, be it compulsive or not.



Whether online or on street, I shop obsessively.

Most of the time (perhaps 90%) I don't even need the stuff that I bought.

I bought one, and I need another 2.

I bought 2, then I need another 3.

I never seems to be able to stop.

It's like there is an invinsible string attached to my hands and controlling everything I did.

My mind?

It only think about how lovely the stuff that I bought.

Always like that.

Always the same shit.

Now I'm really in the mood for shopping games and Xbox accessories.

And I don't even have enough money to pay my rent.

So what does that makes me?

An idiot?

I figure.