Ugh.

I hate this holiday. Like, oh, let's celebrate our love for the world by STUFFING OUR FACES WITH FOOD.

For the record, I did.

Then I purged.

Now I'm polishing off a quarter of an apple pie with milk and ice cream.

I honestly didn't know I could fit that much food in my stomach. It kept coming and coming and I jammed my fingers down my throat. I thought it would never stop.

I definitely cut my throat with my fingernails. There were a few splotches of blood in the mashed potatoes. Bright red. Like ketchup.