food, mh, self-abuse, eating disorders, anime, mecha, zetta-scale cosmic violence
Mom has two $50 gift certificates that she's not using for the local sandwich/comfort food/gooshy dessert cafe and I am fending off the urge to just go and have a nice solid stress-eat. I can just live exclusively on kale and beans for the next three months to make up for it, right?
Nah. Gotta live. Gotta live long enough for the Singularity to happen so I can build a 50000' mecha and punch a hole in this shitsack universe, in the hopes that something better might leak through.