Nacho Morning
The morning after you drank so much you probably forgot your own name and your body is screaming for 7-11’s legendary nachos, even if they’re covered in grease and shame.
I woke up with a nacho stain on my pants and a message from my mom: 'Are you still alive?'
I tried to eat a sandwich and it tasted like regret.
I DM’d my friend: 'I need food. I need it now. I need it to save my soul.'