She doesn't know that she's keeping me from eating. She just dances around the kitchen like everything is wonderful. I'm fucking starving, but I know if I go in there, it'll just be prodding questions, space invasion, and suggestions for things I'm not interested in. She offer me something to eat and be offended if I say no. My stomach isn't very strong at the moment.
My fault for not supporting myself. My fault for not getting out.
I put myself here. Still, your lack of awareness is frightening. All sugary sweet bullshit covering power trips.
I can only control myself