A short rant about "comfort eating" I just found out my parents are splitting about 42 hours ago. My world just got flipped and so did my stomach.  I don't understand the comfort eating thing. My stomach is in knots. I don't want food. I want to stabilize my life again. I want to make sure my life is ok, not figure out if theres a secret message at the bottom of a half gallon of Ben and Jerrys. I need to find a place to live during college, and now I can't save at home anymore. I'm a bit scared. What the fuck. I feel awful. Why would I want to gorge. I take long walks with my dog every few hours to think about other things but that's all that's going for cravings now: walking to the point that it hurts, then turning back and making it home. Ncncncncnckandyskabsuskaba8dudkdndvauajwbq9wjje This is hard and I don't want to be an adult right now. Thank you shitlords and shitladies for making me smile at the fat lard bags.