There’s so much good food in my house I want to eat, but I’m so full. DAMMIT, I’ll probably end up eating it anyway.

All I do is sit there like a dweeb and they say “so how does that make me feel?” And I want to say LIKE SHITTTT! But I sit there and say “I don’t know” instead. I can’t talk about my feelings, it just isn’t my thing.