How could I look them in the eyes, knowing I disappointed them? That their little girl who promised she was done sneaking food lied? At least, that's how it would seem. I haven't hid any, though.

I never cleaned up the entire mess of food trash. It was too draining, and now my hoarding's made it near impossible to get anything done.

I wake up at night sometimes to find beetles crawling on my face, in my eyes. I hate myself. I know it's my fault, I know I'm the only one to blame, but I don't know how to fix it.