Ice Cream

I want ice cream. Badly. Really really badly. I don't care whether it's the one you can turn upside down, a regular sundae cone from my favorite fast food or that cheap old sorbetes. I just want ice cream..now.

Eating ice cream has never failed me. I don't know if I sound silly but ice cream helps me in a unique way. Whenever I'm sad, frustrated or depressed I rush to the nearest place where I can get it. It's better if I have my best friend, my ice cream buddy with me but there can be times that he's the very reason why I'm eating one. I hate it when it's like that, which makes me have another helping of Ice cream. I don't eat alone, but this ice cream habit of mine mostly happens when no one's available to give comfort to me, no one but sweet ice cream.

And as I consume that Ice cream I can feel its coldness, sweetness that removes the pain inside me for a while. As I eat it I remember how sad I am and why I'm eating one. Tears would fall from my eyes. I close my eyes as I take it slowly, slowly removing that painful feeling with that creamy state of the Ice cream. It's like people who wants to drink on sad days but Ice cream never gets you wasted and won't let you do anything you'll regret. I hate that I have to eat Ice cream but I love how comforting it is for me.

I just finished a cone. I know ice cream would never fix anything permanently and its effect is short-lived but somehow I would like to get another cone, another cup, another pint..just to numb myself for a while from all the hurt I'm feeling.