Why are they so comforting.

I AM NOT HUNGRY.

I am not even depressed ( I suppose )

But the bag of cheese and onion potato chips? They seem like a lover.

They are comforting me ...

And then I stand on the scale ... and without even trying... begin to vomit ... out of pure disgust at me and my body, and my weight.

And then I sit down again, to write ............ and my pudgy hand reaches into the bag of chips and all of the above starts all over again.

What an absolute failure and waste of space I am.