It seems like I do just fine with my food, until it hits me that I feel really lonely. Then I use all the emotions in me and stuff them deep down and just stuff my face until I DON'T care about my life anymore. My BF ingonres me, he is up in down with wanting to spend time with me and I am to damn scaired to even call him, not that he ever makes me feel welcomed to pick up the phone. So I turn to food, and I actually think eating until I FEEL SICK HAS BECOME a friend te me, when nobody else is around, food loves to be a friend.
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