Sweet tooth.

I live for sweets. It’s one joy in my life out of few. I don’t care if it’s bad for my teeth. I’d rather endulge in sweets throughout my life. I’m eating frozen moose tracks yogurt. My breath already smells funny. The yogurt is old, I’m not sure how old, but it has a little freezer burn. But I don’t care.

It’s cold tonight. It’s storming, raining and hailing. I eat ice cream and sich when it’s cold or nights like this. Isn’t that weird I hate ice cream in the summer. It melts so fast.

Besides this, I’m waiting to hear from a friend. He is at the gym still I believe. He wanted to pick me up tonight. We haven’t hung out in months. He was my cuddle buddy off and on for a while, some time ago. So I’m just waiting for a response. I’m not sure if he will send me a message. Oh well. If he does we get to talk about me. ….Yay…. Not really. I told him I was depressed and struggling. And apparently he is concerned. So if we talk about me, should I tell him about my suicidal thoughts? I’m afraid to thought. But I’ve always wanted to tell someone about when I feel suicidal. I guess I’m always afraid. So we will see if I chicken out. If he sends me a message.