Banana Pudding Diaries
Sunday, February 20, 201112:17 p.m.
There I was, sitting at my desk, minding my own business, eating my lunch.
I had just finished all eleven levels of Genius Game (again) and decided to read some articles on one of my favorite websites when I took my last bite of catfish, finishing my lunch. I threw away my to-go box and began browsing again when I saw it.
White, styrofoam, round- it was calling my name.
The banana pudding.
I had ordered it on a whim, not realizing the effects it would have on me. It had been so long, years even, since I'd last tasted the creamy goodness of the pudding, I never saw it coming.



I knew I needed to stop. I knew that if I kept going the way I was going it would only get worse.And then...
It all happened so fast! And then, it was all over.
I'm weak, yes, but in the best possible way.
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