Let’s talk about drugs, not hugs.
Do you realize how expensive this European lifestyle is?! Do you realize how many freaking Euros I spend a week to support my habit?
Oka, let’s put it this way: I take some with my breakfast, with my lunch and with my dinner. And by around 3 or so in the afternoon, I’m already jonesing for another fix. Same around midnight or 1 a.m. I go through about 800 grams a week. No exaggeration. In fact, it’s disgusting.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I feel awful.
“Caitlin, did you really just take that much?! And are you seriously thinking about getting more?!”
Ew.
And really, there’s no stopping me. My roommates are now officially addicts, so there’s always a supply around; always a constant reminder of how much I want more, more, MORE!
Is any of this really my fault?! No! I didn’t choose for them to make the stuff so good and satisfying. I didn’t force them to make it so readily available (all I have to do is cross the street). I didn’t ASK to become dependent on it. No.
Screw you, Nutella, and your delicious hazelnut goodness. I hate you, you tasty jerk.
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