This isn't love. It's an illusion of it.
The tasty friend who's always there for me when I'm too lazy to cook anything healthier.
Sugar, I love you, I hate you . . . I want you. (My painful, yet delicious, lifelong journey.)
A super short poem based on true experiences (which usually happen once a year on my birthday).
We live in a vicious cycle.
Sometimes, the best things give you the worst things.
Ice cream is the best, especially when you buy it on sale (buy 1 get 1 is the most wonderful thing). I feel better eating it knowing that it was cheap.
A shame, that you are the type of man to hug me, while killing me with your words.
You push me down / Not letting me back up