You just have shit put on your plate at work place, and then you went home and started to dial his number. You realized you can't talk to him because you just have the ugliest fight ever the night before. You are all alone with all the mess. And you are hungry some more.
It's 2009 all over again. I think i need therapist. And Ken doll as new boyfriend.
Relationship is a total bitch. What else? Bring it on!!!
