I wonder if it's just me. I get attached to my stuff, like laptop, and don't want to part with it. People tell me that it's old and about time I should change it, that I should just get a new one. I know, but I can't. I've grown attach to it cuz its my partner in fic writing. It has become a companion, a friend. To replace it because it's old, it's slow, it's out of date, there are better ones, or any other reason, to me feels like throwing away a friend because he's scarred. It's it because of inconveniences that they are replaced even though they have some flaws? Is it their duty to be replaced once they are useless? It's it thir purpose to be used? Then tossed aside when they are deemed worthless? Maybe it's just me, but I hope to be able to stat with my laptop until the moment it completely dies on me. Maybe I'm just too sentimental. I know I have trouble letting go, but maybe it's because I know how it feels to be unwanted, replaced, ignored, rejected, and let go.