breakfast in bed, serves one only

it has been half an hour since my last cream cheese indulgence....

perhaps now's a good time to look at a lesser evil.

but the crystal ball said so!

The art of detachment is studied and fine-tuned into a reflex, in all its soft, cushion-y glory.

This can't be healthy.

I await with bated breath the day things start splitting at the seams.
My money's on it not being a pretty sight.

The carrots are already cooked

Why do I keep fighting?

Je sais pas!

the end's not near, it's here

Trying to grasp at the brink of youth.
when does it really end?

Il a fallu que je connaisse ce que la vie a de meilleur.