Excessive

Sometimes I get so sad that I feel like I can't even make it through the day. So overwhelming.

I've eaten so much bread today that I'm pretty sure when I go to poop, a loaf of bread is just going to come out. In fact, I had such a large supper, and ate so much bread, that I'm no where near hungry at all, and yet I have a bowl of chips and a Coke because when I write an entry on the computer, I need to have a snack beside me to make me feel comfortable. It's odd, how such routines can make you feel safe, but... I like it, so... I'm gonna do it.