I fear this will never be over.....It's the thing that I hate most about myself but it's also what makes me, me. There is no denying the problem though, when you're up at 1am and you think "I'll just have a little bit", but it's so good to you that you must have a little more, and a little more still until you realized that half the bag is gone. Well at that point, you decide "well, just a little more and I'll still have almost half left for tomorrow......But it never ends there.
Now you're staring at the bag....almost empty, and you realized you've fucked up but you convince yourself....."Why would I even save this......This will only piss me off tomorrow....It's 3am, I've already ruined my night" so you end the bag.......Then you have to live with yourself. Look into the mirror with the unmistakable white above your lip and then the dark, and harrowing truth hits that you just ate a whole box of Rice Krispies.