a familiar cycle.

you buy something. and somehow, spending big amounts of money and having new things made you high. so high, that there was a chemical reaction, a change, in the brain. you get your new thing. shiny and whatnot. you stare at it long enough, and then you go, "now what?" your big chelsea smile from ear to ear turns upside down, and then you crave for that feeling again. that feeling when you get that something new. something to add to that closet that's starting to look quite rather impressive. you tell yourself, "the CKs. the Armanis. the Guccis. the Ed Hardy collection. the IKEA home. yeah. i think i'm getting somewhere." you think you are. it becomes an endorphin, and it triggers your euphoria. your happy giddy self. better hope you're financially stable. you will want to achieve that same feeling. because if not, well, let's just say you're not going to be all that happy. depression. anxiety. all kinds of negative effects entail your lack of incoming novelties. people say they buy stuff to make themselves happy. keep telling yourself that. you're an addict and you know it.