Expensive Therapy

The way I cope with my depression’s not good.

 It leaves my wallet and my bank account empty. Yes… I’ve been shopping and pampering myself lately.

I can spend a thousand bucks or more in less than an hour. I know that’s really not too much, but I’m just not used to spending too much on clothes or for myself. I’ve been shopping every other week, buying new clothes or just spending money on comfort food. I treated myself to a facial (which was really painful and left my face red and sore) and bought a set of clothes that were on sale at Folded and Hung. It was worth it naman, since I rarely indulge myself with these luxuries. I’m planning to buy a new pair of Havs, but I can’t afford that right now. (huhu. Damn those kids who stole my slippers!)

I’m starting to be a shopaholic — an expensive therapy that’s been leaving a BIG hole on my already empty wallet.