I can’t stop eating. I’m not even kidding. It’s like I have no ability to tell when I’m full or when I’m hungry and nothing satisfies. I hate when I’m hungry, I hate when I’m full. I hate eating, I hate not eating… it never ends.
Sin, sin, sin – that’s all this is! And apparently I’m content to wallow in it. I, who know the truth, will not allow it to set me free. There is nothing worse, nothing more awful, more ungrateful and despicable.