I’ve sworn off going to the grocery store, and yet I continue to find things to eat here in the house. I’ve turned hermit – just the thought of leaving the house sends me as close to a panic attack as I’ve ever been. But I eat. Don’t you worry about me going hungry, cause I eat.
And I eat and I eat and I eat.
Maybe I eat cause I don’t have anything else to do. Maybe I eat cause
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