I'm a bad person.

I want to get asked on dates solely to get free food.

I am so hungry.

Havoc.

I saw my best friend Chelsea yesterday for the first time in a while, and apparently I've changed. This makes me sad. She said I look really sad. I told her, "Oh, it's probably because I'm not wearing make-up, also--I haven't eaten in a while." But alas, she said, "No. It's something in your eyes." Apparently, despite my efforts, everything that's been going on has really affected me. I feel really depressed that I wasn't able to hide it better. HOWEVER, I got an epiphany: maybe she only noticed the difference because I told her. Honestly, the only reason she knows what's going on, is because I told her, but honestly, it's nothing different than what I've been living through my whole life. It's weird for someone to see a sliver of what you've lived your whole life. Life. Weird. I sit on this bed in this room I'm renting most of the day. The TV wasn't working until 34 minutes ago, so I was going crazy. I was watching the Kardashian's, so naturally I felt prompted to practice my smoky eye make up. HOLLA.