You are evidence of $2.50 wasted on good intentions. I had hoped we would enjoy breakfast together, but then repeatedly gave in to Coffee instead. That’s why you have remained in the fridge for the past three weeks.
Now when I see you I’m reminded of my failed attempt at being a semi-healthy human being. You represent my failure, melon.
At this point I’m sure you are way past ripe, but I can’t bring myself to dispose of you because that means I’ll have admitted defeat. It’s like saying the junk food won. I would be a failure, and nobody likes a failure…