I want to eat. I do. I don't see the maturity others see in me, i don't understand myselves more than surface level, we know scant little moderation. and we're hungry for something. The way she can never learn what she wanted before, what she agreed to... that's gorgeously written. thank you. sorry for leaving this comment while tired and vaguely dissociative. both are not at all the fault of the game, simply states we exist in at this moment in time.