I gave in. Yes, I let down my guards, and was ambushed by an enemy.
Everyday, I go into the kitchen and decide what I want to eat for breakfast. After looking around for a while, I notice the poptarts off to the side. First, I reject any thoughts raising the possibility of allowing myself to eat such an unhealthy breakfast. How am I supposed to maintain complete brain activity with that useless garbage (I mean I already have trouble doing that...)!? As I keep looking around, the poptart becomes a more appealing option. Grits? no. Cereal? nah. Eggs? too messy. Pancakes? too difficult. Toast? I don't feel like getting the toaster out.
all these thoughts rush through my mind.
then the poptarts speak to me
most of the time it ends here. but every now and then (like today) the poptart wins...
then I am defeated by the poptart.
and I'm left feeling lost and insecure
and slightly nauseated.
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