Friends and chocolate
Yesterday we went to my dear best friend house, Vanessa, to have some pancackes with icecream and Nutella… but mostly because she just broke up with her (six years) boyfriend. It was so pathetic, she is soover him.. actually she was over him a year ago. We had to hear the sad/funny story of how the guy lots all of his dignity. I do not feel sorry for him and I’m happy for my sweet friend. I eat so much... I feel so guilty, gonna have to be very stric with my diet this upcoming week. It was a nice nigth, I ate two of these... but as always there was something bothering me, as muh as I try not to pay attention to it. Last month, or less, we were at some other friend birthday, and I met this guy and I thought I liked him, you know, nothing too special. He wss nice, funny, and because of that I decided to maybe hit on him because it's time to have my chance of oerhaps being with someone. But yesterday,m after my friend told us the ridiculous story of her breaking up, she said to us tha