Addicted to...

I thought a lot about this, because I couldn’t choose an addiction from all that I have – or maybe I don’t know pretty well which my addictions are –; but well...it doesn’t matter all of this meaningless writing; the fact is that I can say that I’m addicted to...hugs.
Yeah...it’s kind of weird to think about hugs like that, but I think that if there is one think that isn’t biologically necessary is hugs. The fact of hugging is something that I’m really addicted, because – I don’t know – it fells great and pretty comfortable.
The hugs are something that I like the very most, so I try to hug when is possible. I could say that I never rejected any hug; I don’t know why but they make me feel very good and relaxed. So sometimes I can be a little nuisance.
This addiction started since...I can’t remember. It isn’t something that I have decided one day when I woke up; it’s just something that I liked from my entire life. So I can’t tell how it was before, because well...I can’t remember when I was just a baby.
Having this addiction isn’t something that I would regret, because it isn’t something that could hurt somebody, or it can? Well, since I don’t think is something bad I think I don’t have to beat this; I think that it can be a little...depressive if I beat this addiction, don’t you think? Only if you become too obsessed to hug – like trees or maybe anything that moves – it can be a real pain in the ass for other people; but I think that I have it under control, because I don’t go around hugging everything in this world. If you start to hug trees or that kind of crazy things then go to a psychiatric.
Well...see you!