Binges are like one night stands with a toxic ex.
You know you shouldn’t do it, you know it will end badly. You do it anyways, at the time it feels brilliant, but then suddenly you feel shame and disgust. You wish it had never happened and you can’t wait to forget about it. You say it will never happen again… but deep down you think it probably will.
Ugh.
Holy shit I never thought of it like this