Here I am today, alone again. Ready for the binge, to surrender myself to the comfortable pleasure of sweets.
Ready, waiting for Game of Thrones to begin, to feel safe at home, to stop thinking, to create the illusion that I stop my life just a little. To feel pleasure, to escape discomfort and doubt.
Once again I promised myself to stop binging.
I'm ruining myself. My health, my focus, my creativity, everything gets spoiled with sugar, with my compulsive habit consuming it.
It's sugar, or “me”. I want to stop living to get "her", feeling addict, as if I'm unable to say no.
I bought everything that came into my mind as a cra