Trying to give up on bread is like dealing with my alcoholic or drug addict ex-boyfriends. Luckily I never did drugs or alcohol, and I really hate them. But I have loved so many people with those issues! Or with other similar like dependencies or abandonment. When I say in my ig stories"You attract what you are, you are what you attract" I did not invent it, I have experienced it.
Sometimes I think maybe we are all addicted. Maybe we don't know how to cut the cord of what we know is not good for us and that's the point. In my case, I'm sure I'm addicted to the idea of something, the idea of a feeling that possibly was not even real, something that wasn't even tangible and only happened in my head. A romantic abstractionism, an inflated idea of expectations and dreams, such as bread, suspended matter that floats thanks to bacteria, sweet stuff, without nutrients, but fuck!, so delicious, so soft, so comfortable. Trying to leave the bread always means trying to leave that, it is like throwing yourself into the desert and proving that you are enough, obviously I love the idea because I have this rave of outcast and warrior inside, but at the same time from time to time I return, and maybe it is just that I like to come back just to remember the fantasy that is gone.