The purge.

The worst is when you’re purging. Because it’s messy, and it reminds you of your life, your thoughts, yourself.
Apart from food, you’re puking fear, anger, sadness.
The thing is, freedom clings to the ice cream, self-steem gets attached to the chocolate and hope sticks to that cookie dough.
The chaos, and happiness; they’re all gone.
And it’s not just that revolting mass of vomit you’re flushing, it’s your future, your dreams, and your sanity, going down the drain.

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