ive eaten shrimp exactly 5 times in my life, always with gusto and an utter lack of self-restaint, and each time has ingrained itself in my memory as distinctly nightmarish when they ended with me ralphing it all back up within the hour. i thought this was reflective of my hubris and insufficient fear of god, but it is only as i write this post now, crumpled to my knees on the floor of this eresto’s bathroom after eating half a baja taco and recalling that my dad is allergic to shellfish, i realize perhaps the issue is not with a higher power, but with a deeper one. biology.
If I ever stop talking to you & remove you from my life, I hope you understand how hard it was for me. I have a bad habit of holding onto the little bit of good in ppl, no matter how bad they clearly are for me. So if I don’t fw you anymore, it’s bc you pushed me past my limits
