I clenched the wall and curled my toes as I reflected on how I drank two liters of milk an hour ago, my stomach making the rumblings, the toilet was sobbing. So was I. My sins crawl up to me, it hits me... Dairy was a weakness. And I enjoyed it. I loathed my father dearly. He could eat cheese without a hitch after so long. I couldn't. I felt weak. I banged my fist against the wall, I didn't deserve the title of the second person who could handle dairy in the house— oh hey my digestive system doesn't hate me as much now, it's time to drink milk again!!!
[Prolly too much info mb–]