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A shopoholic's heartbreak goes a little something like this...

You wonder as you get ready for the day if it's finally the day your favorite online store has released new items in the collection. You can't wait to get your itchin' ass to a computer to check. When you do your eyes widen at the sight of dozens of new thangs and chicken wangs on the freshly loaded page. You quickly make impulsive decisions on that necklace, "oooh, only $4.50", and that floral dress, "oooh, only $17.50", that jolts your heart into a giddy state. You have to have them - you must - because you are a little unhinged in the head and nothing else in the World (no, not the earthquakes and poverty around the globe) matters at all. Your material tunnel vision only sees the many outfit possibilities. Clicking the mouse to drop your new possessions into the shopping cart is so exhilarating, simple and powerful at once (like finally getting to release your poo when that other person in the washroom has walked out).

But wait, you need more, MORE!, otherwise shipment isn't free! We can't have that, can we. You very well know that's where they getcha though you think "fuckit" because this all seems reasonable and rational. You love reasonable and rational. So you pick a few more shirts. I mean, you don't even like that plain white shirt that much but you figure "meh... I could use it, I guess~". Finally, you've reached your free shipment goal. It's time to check-out. It's time. Time to do it. I mean, really do it. Click. 

JUST KIDDING YOU CAN'T HAVE THAT FLORAL DRESS DUE TO ALL THE OTHER SIZE SMALL BITCHES I MEAN CUSTOMERS THAT SNATCHED IT FROM YOUR SHOPPING CART SINCE YOU TOOK SO LONG. HA-HAAA.

SONOFATRAMP(would be a bastard, I assume)!!! You reach out to the nearest expensive product and smash it against the wall and flail your arms out like a retarded octopus. In your mind. Because that would be completely unprofessional at work. Basically, your sorry ass just got dumped by the online store. You are left heartbroken. No way to turn back time. You were given false hope. Disposed at a blink of an eye. You try to get on with your day. But things are just not the same. You are clouded with thoughts of "what if"...

Andbythewei, my name is Sandy and I am a shopoholic.

Dress: H&M

Belt: Ark

Thigh-high boots: Some unknown shop in Vegas (pretty sure they're made for strippers)

(pretty sure)

Purse: Fortuna Valentino

Photography by Nelson Wei