and you end up in your lonely little apartment, curled up in front of the television, eating your sad-looking meat loaf for one and wearing a sweatshirt that says, "forget love. i'm falling in chocolate."
Y terminas en tu pequeño apartamento sola, rizado por delante de la televisión, come tu triste pan con carne de una vez y usando una sudadera dice, "olvida el amor estoy callendo en el chocolate"