“When you try your best but you don’t succeed…”
Just like the Coldplay song, that’s how I feel when I have a weak moment and cannot say no to cakes, biscuits, ice cream, candy, etc etc….
pretty much all the sweets in the world. I’m not entirely sure if it’s because I’m lacking sleep and need some fast sugarsto help me live, or my body just hates me. It’s like one moment you’re in heaven, tasting the sweet nectar of Gods and then before you know it, you’re chewing on a piece of celery for the rest of the month.
Why, whyy must all good things in life be bad for you?