Last night I ate a piece of ice cream cake using only my hands. It felt phenomenal and shameful at the same time.
Afterwards it just felt shameful, sort of like how I usually feel after masturbating to gangbang porn.
My friend Otto texted me tonight and asked how I am. I tell him I think I’m depressed, and give him the cake story as some sort of proof.
After I tell him he writes, “You’re fine then.” And I was like, “lol” thinking he’s joking and then he texts, “It’s when you don’t even want the cake….”
and I was like, "good point"