Another Day, Another Pastry
I've been eating a lot lately. I think it's cause I feel so deflated and I'm trying desperately to fill up. What I'm really lacking is love, affection, and intimacy, not food. Though it briefly feels good while I'm stuffing my face, after the food settles, I'm left feeling empty again; and worse, guilty for pigging out when I obviously cannot afford to do so. I feel even worse for feeling lonely because I'm not, I have my son. But I guess since he can't really talk yet I'll let myself feel this way "guilt-free". Btw I haven't had sex in over 2 years. Oh god help me.