But still, I cry. I'm crying because I'm sad that I'm crying.
How would I like to soothe this? Definitely with cake. Oh man, that would perk me up. If I could do ANYTHING in the world, I'd love to walk down the street to Whole Foods, go to the bakery, and pick out some sort of mousse cake. Then I would come home, eat the cake, and watch Parks and Recreation on Netflix, and I would be euphorically happy. And everything would be ok. And I'd go to sleep happy.
But I can't do that. Nope. I'm a food addict. Yay. That means I don't get to use food like that anymore. As a food addict, I'm not even allowed to eat sugar and flour. Which sucks. Which is probably another reason why I'm crying. It sucks. Being a food addict sucks. Because I know that cake, pizza, and ice cream WOULD make everything better. But I can't do that.
So, instead, I just sit here sad. For no good goddamn reason. This is what it feels like to live with depression.
Eh. The end.
