Apparently being sober doesn’t mean I won’t have nights I regret.
I have been in a large amount of pain the past few days (don’t worry I’m not dying or anything) and I’m going through a breakup. Well, my brain decided to go into full on chick mode. The night was filled with sad movies, tweeting too much information, and eating copious amounts of crap.
The shame pile I woke up to this morning:
Ever cried while eating an entire bag of frosted donuts? There is a reason they call it comfort food.
Here is a cartoon of how it went down:
I’m not sure why my donut sounds like a gay guy.
Anyway, I’m starting to feel better now.