So last night I got really hungry at 2 am. And then I remembered that the marble cake that I had made with my grandmother was sitting in a tupper wear on the table. And I thought "no pipina don't u dare. It's two a.m. I know u have no self respect but come on." But apparently my belly didn't agree with my brain and it just went FUCK IT and I got up to go eat cake at two a.m. cuz I'm a fat ass.

So I was standing in the kitchen with a fist full of cake, not even using cutlery cuz I'm so classy, pondering if this is really what my life has come to.