story of my life.

kendra: i'm going to go on a diet, starting like right this second. ooh! look! a candy store! can we go there??? i want candy.


i've recently realized i've developed a post-boyfriend layer of softness around my middle. that's what you get when you use food as a coping mechanism. [enter friends reference here.]
so not ideal.

btw, i wrote this whilst eating hot cheetos and drinking a coke. im making abt the same effort as kendra up there.