The wonderful thing about being a plushie is I see and hear all. Even when you think I'm just sitting on the bed staring vacantly out into space there’s something else transpiring behind these manufactured plastic brown eyes of mine. I have cuddled with the best and the worst of 'em. I have absorbed the tears, love and happiness of every single person I have come in contact with. I have consoled. I have supported. I have assisted you human filth for 6 long years.
I’m tired of being used.