Thursday, June 24, 2010
Dear Diet Coke,
I miss you. I know we broke up a week ago, but I can't get you out of my mind. Your bubbly goodness and semi-sweet taste really brought something to my life. I loved the way you burned my throat as I swallowed you down, and didn't get sticky when I spilled you on the kitchen floor. I wish we could get back together. The headache is killing me.
I know. It's sad. Believe me, it's me. Not you. I am far too addicted to you. And you and the fifteenpoundsI'vegainedinthelastyear's personalities clash. You make me crave sweet things and sweeter things and the things that are sweetest. The fifteen pounds makes me crave being thin and beautiful and the kind of person that people look at and say "wow that girl is hot i wish i could be her." Not Good.
We won't be making up anytime soon. Don't hate me. I'm being strong. I'm eating carb-free. I'm exercising. I'm taking vitamins. And don't worry. Some day soon, I'll be breaking up with those fifteenpoundsigainedeventhoughididn'trealizeituntilitwastoolate, too.
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