I try to avoid Target at all costs. Not because I hate it, it’s the exact opposite actually. I avoid it in order to save my closet space and my money. Target is like a bad blackout night of drinking. You don’t really know what happened, but you dread checking your bank account after.

This is the tragic tale of Target, a story we all know all too well.

Starbucks

At first, I might walk past it claiming I don’t need coffee, but that’s actually just me lying to myself. Target’s Starbucks always seems to rope me in eventually.

The $3 section

Whoever put that right next to the door is a genius and the devil all in one.

Make-Up

Even if I have the same three eye shadow palette or five shades of the same lipstick, Target always makes it seem even more appealing than the other ones you already have.

Home Decor

Target always brings out my inner interior designer. New lamp? New bedspread? New rug? New pillows? Why not just a whole new room??

The list could go on and on. There is no such thing as just going to Target real quick. It is like a black hole, it sucks you in. You’ll go in only needing a couple items and suddenly end up with a whole shopping cart. It’s insane how every item you pick up, you find some way to justify how you absolutely NEED it.