I like to be held too.
I like thinking that there’s some sort of system behind it all and I will be taken care of by some universal good-people-good-things-happen law.
But there’s a time when the comforts become the weapons that may be our undoing.
Fast food is cheap, and easy, and I’m genuinely busy.
I worked nine hours which leaves five hours to get dinner, have a social life, watch Game of Thrones, run an errand, be intimate with my boyfriend and take a shower; I don’t have time to workout.