Don't Ever Say Goodbye.

Yes, i just posted, but i need to vent. I feel like crying. Not just from my last post, but i have opened cheetos sitting right next to me, and it's KILLING me not to take one. I keep thinking, it's only one. And that's true, the FIRST one is only one. Then I'll want another, and one more. And before i know it I'll finish the bag. I can't do this. I can't not take one and stay by it. I keep staring at it and it's as tho it's laughing at me. I do not care how dumb that sounds, laughing bags. I need one. I'm hungry. I don't care how much i already ate. I need one. Just one. No more. One, or dinner? Huh? How will i get away with not eating the soup? I won't. That's how. I'll get yelled at and made to eat it. I wish i didn't. I wish i could eat those cheetos. I wanna move them sooo bad. I haven't eaten since lunch...my horrible lunch. My disguesting lunch. It wouldn't have been so bad except those dang beans that i didn't even really like. I was just sooo hungry. I found jeans from two years ago. Their actually really cute. To bad they don't fit. Their made to be tight. Their too tight. I wanna fit in them soon. Real soon. Not with eating those cheetos. And my friend's b-day was today. She gave me a chocolate bar. It's in my freezer. What if i ate that for breakfast? Half of it? Could I? Or would i eat it all? All, probably. I need to go. No one does this. I'm crazy. I feel crazy. Am I crazy? No, I'm just hungry. I putting those cheetos upstairs. I am not going to eat them. I just won't.