Anyone who knows me well enough can tell you I'm an emotional eater (For God sakes just ask my mother). It's something I realized a while back but I suppose like any other dependency or addiction when the time comes that you need your "something" you just don't care.
Adam and I got into a fight this afternoon and I can guarantee he will not apologize for what he said, because did you know that he has never apologized for saying something hurtful? Of course neither have I, but that's only because I never say rude or hateful things.
I will now commence in eating 10 Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs.
Leave me alone, it's helpful. See.