Comfort food, as the name says, is made to comfort you. And a double decker nutella sandwich with a coke for dinner does just that: it comforts me.
I've been needing comforting for a while now, except that i dont get it when i need it, i dont take it when i get it, and i pretty much block everything that comes my way especially if that something will make me feel happy.
I dont mean to.
I just do it by habit. I dont even notice i'm doing it. I'm sabotaging my happiness.
I hope someday someone will make me change, will help me change.
But how can someone not give up on me if I've already given up myself?
I just can't do it anymore.
I wish it would all go away.