Ever since her messy breakup, Local YSA Hailey Weldon has been completely overwhelmed by the ministering spirit and surprisingly relentless baking of her fellow ward members. With a plate of cookies arriving at her door approximately every hour for the past 5 days, Hailey admits that there “just simply hasn’t been enough free time to cry myself to sleep. Or sleep at all.”

“It’s really nice to feel loved.” Hailey stammered while frantically making space in the fridge for a newly arrived plate of snickerdoodles, “but I’m living in diabetes. I know it’s getting bad because not even one of my 5 roommates will sneak a bite anymore.”

Although Hailey is quick to thank her ministering brothers and sisters for their sugary treats, she also is running out of the mascara she reapplies in-between knocks and is struggling to know what to say during the somehow-always-too-long-and-awkward doorstep conversations.

“It’s actually nice when they ding-dong-ditch: that means I don’t impulsively lie about how the cookie they made is my favorite kind.” Hailey confessed from behind a counter piled high with non-disposable plates she will have to return to various apartments later, “The obviously store-bought cookies make me feel better too because I know I don’t have to feel bad when I give them to someone else.”

Despite the constantly growing mountain of cookie crumbs, plastic wrap, and plates, Hailey still feels as lonely as ever.