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I felt excited but tired and sleepy at the same time.

It would be so easy to slip into the kitchen and just eat something.

Binge eating was fun and terrible.

Exhilarating and embarrassing.

It filled a space inside me for a certain amount of time.

But then tomorrow was right around the corner.

Guilt would be sure to wake me up in the morning.

That buttered bread would be so good though.

Those comforting cookies look delightful.

I don't know why I do this to myself.

Is my stomach really hungry?

I know it can't be.

I just ate dinner.

The house is quiet.

It is perfect timing.

For me to pounce.

On the food.

What am I?

An animal?

It is all just staring at me from the pantry.

Calling my name.

Summoning me.

No one would ever expect me to be a binger.

Would they?

This is so embarrassing.

I could feel my emotions building all day.

Repress... repress... repress...

Eat it all out now.

This is coping.

Unfortunately, it's not an effective means.

If only it was though.