Oh my gosh. Sorry I haven't been updating recently. I've been lazier than a walrus. I'll try to write the next chapter. But I wanted to share this with you all; it's a excerpt from my friend's story.
"As my food started to run out, I began to shake and tremble. I clutched my dorito bag with one hand, and an oreo pack in the other. They were my everything. My loves. I felt tears coming on, but smiled through the pain. I can't find the words to explain my complicated relationship with food, but in the end, I loved it. 'Be glad it happened, not sad that it's over.' I whispered."
So that's it! I was laughing like a wild monkey.