For what's worth I just broke my rule about drinking Coke. WAIT! Before you judge this was a moment of where I get to justify my actions and then you get to voice your opinions. I realized something today when I was laying on the floor of my bathroom.
Life is hard.
Choices are harder.
Hence the reason why I'm laying on the floor in my bathroom.
I drank one bottle of a measly coke.
It wasn't even that great.
But I did it.
And I want the bottle of Coke to say it is sorry. For a brief moment I want to hear its justification story for bonding with me. Was it cause I was irresistible? Was it because it was you just didn't know how to forget me? Was it because Love means never having to say your sorry?
I just hope I'm going to be all right.