I’m just a girl

standing in front of a donut. Telling herself she shouldn't eat it.

You know how in cartoons there's a little angel on one shoulder and a little devil on the other, representing your conscience vs your impulse?

Mine are both demons. They are both pointing at the donut. They are not arguing about whether to eat it. They are arguing about whether to eat it now or immediately.

There is no angel. She quit. I think she's doing better now, honestly good for her. It’s just me against my little chaotic gremlins.

…. I ate the donut. I would like everyone to know I felt nothing. I felt everything. I am a paradox. I am the donut.