I am a disgustingly impulsive buyer, but at-least I’m not depressed. It feels like buying (and/or eating) everything fill the emptiness inside and I can experience a semi-normal life where I dont want to kill myself, so why should I care if Im obese and broke. At least I don’t want to die.

I got into a new hobby of doll collecting, and hunting down rare dolls is upping my mood drastically. It forces me to leave the house and go outside while giving me a practically never ending purpose. The only downside is how expensive they are, but the cost only gives me more of a high.

Anyone else do the same to cope?