I just want to shove my face into those delicious fries you get downstairs. couple it with a bag of chocolate cookies. Fritos. Sour chewy sweets. Oreo smoothie. A snack of course.
That's not even imaginary. I would normally do that. I'm not today though. It has to stop somewhere.
Instead of drowning out the pity party drag me down voices in food, I'm starving them of fuel.
Just for today.
Because: fuck you voices.
Fuck you world right now actually. But mostly fuck you voices.
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