Sugar makes me sad, and I’ve had WAY too much today. I know I shouldn’t do it, but I do it anyway.
I’m not a diabetic, which is serious, but I… have found I can depress myself with just a slice of pie. Sometimes, to fritter time, I’ll eat a thing I should not eat; I’ll think it’s just a morsel, just a little something sweet…
And hour later: crash, and I am worried and dejected. It’s stupid, it’s my own damn self from whom I need protected! It’s sad to choose wrong things, and end up like Rehoboam — like trying to write an essay, and then finding its… a poem.
I see what you did there.
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