... and I usually get a second helping!

I seriously do not want you to take over control of my stomach every single morning. I feel like Vada in My Girl sitting on the top of the staircase, ears plugged with her fingers, singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy do. I want you to stop telling me things I cannot bear to hear. things I cannot change. things that make me feel guilty nonetheless. guilt that makes me worry. worrying that makes me feel sick every fucking day. that makes me want to barf right away when I wake up - first things first. and I definitely do not want you to yell at me when I try to tell you this. don't you dare deny my anger. don't you dare deny my pain.