I want bread so badly. But every time I go to the supermarket I end up buying copious amounts of junk food. Not one or two things. But $20-25 of pure junk, which I then proceed to eat in full. I’m scared of the supermarket. I’m scared of what I’m doing to myself. I felt marginally happier today, but even so I am fearful of my mind, and what it’s doing to my body. Bread - it’s such a simple thing. I should be able to go and just buy a loaf of bread.
Opening quotes resonate with me too often.