Today I was a peice of crap. As my mother so aptly put it: "it's like [I'm] a drug addict." Nothing really can stop me; I mean, it's not like I can just go "Ah! Didn't mom say she wanted to eat that later, and for me not to eat it!" My brain goes.. "Well, screw her! Food is GOOD!!" And I'm lost
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