I’m nothing but a greedy, gluttonous sow, driven by cravings I can't control. The call of greasy, fat-soaked fast food is irresistible, and I always answer, stuffing myself until I’m swollen and sluggish. Sugary sodas only fuel the cycle, each fizzy gulp adding to the bloat as the empty calories pack on the pounds. I don’t even pretend to have manners anymore—why bother? Every loud, shameless burp feels like a victory cry, a filthy reminder that I’ve cleared space to cram in just a little more. They roll out of me uncontrollably, deep and guttural, proof of just how far I’ve let myself go. Nothing else matters now—just feeding this endless, all-consuming hunger.