There has been a rotten banana lying on my bedside table for two weeks now. I see it everyday i wake up and before i go to sleep. I think to myself i need to throw it out. There’s a garbage bin right next to it yet i dont because i think i’ll still eat it and i feel guilty for throwing away food. 
I dont have control over my life, over something that little like deciding what i’ll do with that rotten banana. 
If you hadnt noticed, the banana is me.