"You don't have to be embarrassed to be eating, Sophia."

But I am. And I can't help it.

It is about being human and needing and wanting and having a soul and defying what you cannot control because nothing can or will succumb you, even death. It is about loath and punishment. It is about guilt and distraction. It is about feeling in its ugliest form. And the best part is, it may appear to be have left, forsaken your unachievable aims at perfection, but it never does.

So yeah, that sucks, pretty much.

On a merrier note, I've been having amazing conversations today and that hasn't occurred in a really, really long time. Life feels full again. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something.