DRUNK OFF CHOCOLATE

I'm glad my vice isn't drinking... or else I'd probably be drunk all the time. Lately, I've had more than enough to worry about and it's killing my optimism. I've assimilated Gabbo's demeanor: walk around and look pissed off so nobody talks to you. Even the little things that used to make me happy don't make me happy anymore. (Yeah, not even Amy Grant.) As a result, I've resorted to enormous eating binges... without the purges...

Yup, just weighed myself. Two pounds heavier than yesterday.

I'm addicted. All the bad stuff that I used to refrain from are now the first things I reach for to feed my face. Hershey Kisses with Almonds. I went through a whole bag on Valentine's Day... and will probably go through another one today. I actually feel really sick because of the chocolate. (Drinking ridiculous amounts of coffee isn't helping.) But does that stop me? Nope. Times aren't good. I'll be a fat chick by the time this semester is over. For a change, today, I choose to be mean.