I conclude that a small part of me must enjoy being tortured. Why else would I browse through and fixate upon countless and glorious images of food at this hour? 2am. From sweets, to junk food, to beautifully crafted cuisine- I yearn.
It’s not like I’m going to succumb to my cravings at this hour! Instead, I lay here looking at the pictures while I pine away and think to myself “how wonderful that must taste” “I wonder how to make that?”
I could read, watch a movie, or do something else while my two loves sleep so peacefully… Instead I find myself drawn to the pics…purposely torturing myself.