Today was one of those perfectly lovely days where I eat everything in sight and, as the result, end up in hysterics. It was beauteous to be sure. I’ve pretty much concluded that if I want to get anything done during the day I’ve gotta not eat. ‘Cause as soon as I eat everything goes haywire. Like today.
It’s SIN. It’s an IDOL. Food has become my porn, my addiction, my obsession.
I know for a fact that I disappoint my parents terribly. They’re so frustrated with me, and they have every reason and right to be so. Mom doesn’t know I love her and why would she? It’s not like any of my actions and words show it. But I do love her! I do love. Do I? Or have I become too immersed in self to love anything or anyone anymore? Probably.
Please kill me. A slow, excruciating death.