Sorry Binda,

I don’t hate being judged. I just hate telling the truth. As soon as the words come out of your mouth, the recipient of those words takes them and chews them and inevitably spits them out. Regurgitation is what I hate.

Telling the truth is just an added layer of fat-free whipped topping to an othewise untasty cupcake, and then burping all that shit back up.

I even tried dump cakes. Even two-ingredient cakes. One with nutella. Cheap sweets.

It still tastes awful coming back out. It’s tinged. With someone else’s perspective.