Ch 8: Food

Ok, so maybe cooking wasn’t the best idea…but cooking has always been fairly therapeutic for me. Granted at home its usually cookies that I am making, but there is something about working out an entire recipe that feels peaceful.

Maybe I’m just thinking about food all the time because here I feel like I’m being eaten.

The silence swallows me, the darkness drinks my personality….

I must do something, because I feel utterly lost….

I turn the page and look at the recipe for bread

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