→I just ate my feelings in bruchetta.
→I love going to the bookstore, too bad I’m incredibly poor.
→I’ve been home alone for three days now and I hate it. What is going to happen to me when I move out?
→ I wish I had bought more margarita pouches. Self medicating with food now
→ I have the strongest urge to text someone I shouldn’t. No good choices are made when you’re lonely and sad.