“When you’re young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then, you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don’t leap at all because there’s not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there’s no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?”

(thanks dickface)

(I believe this is semi-autobiographical, what’s that called now? A memoir?)

Chocolate is my friend. Chocolate has been pretty much my only friend ever since the break-up.

Okay, that’s not really true. The honest to god truth is I couldn’t have got through it without my real friends, but chocolate sure did help.

Chocolate was there with me late at night when I would have regularly been having sex. But since I wasn’t with the ex anymore, and hadn’t yet found a replacement for the ex, I decided to replace sex with chocolate. It only makes sense, right?

(Who needs to get out of the house? Screw it, just get me some chocolate.)