Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thanksgiving. The delicious (disgusting) meat and pies are screaming in my face. They call my name, tempting me, bringing me in. The smell is overpowering. I am a deer lost in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. No. You are strong; Think empty, think thin...
I wish I was a puker. I try and try and try, but I can't do it. The smell freaks me out and my throat closes and I just can't.

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