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My thoughts exactly.
It’s too late. I’m too far gone. You can’t help me anymore. I’m sorry. So sorry.
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The Overthinking Person's Drinking Game
It also works if you substitute “drink” with “binge/purge.”
I recently realized that I can live on a starvation diet by eating a 2 cheeseburger meal from McDonalds every day, provided I only eat half the fries.
What’s scary is that I am buying McDonalds, then taking it in my car, driving far away from anyone… to like a park or a residential area half a mile from my house, and eating it in my car. If anyone were to look under my seat all they would see is crumpled up cheeseburger wrappers.
I’m disgusting.
The other day in the midst of a terrible binge, I ordered a two cheeseburger meal, a quarter pounder with cheese, and a double big mac. To go. The woman who handed me the bag full of over 3000 calories of greasy delicious McDonalds stared at me as though I was the single most disgusting human being she had ever seen.
How did she know? How did she know that I was going to eat and eat and eat all of it until I threw up in the alley behind my house?
I need to tell someone: my dairy allergy is fake.
I just want an excuse to be able to avoid eating at restaurants.
Frank O’Hara, “To You,” May 1960.
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And the hearts of others.
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