easier to leave

Not pregnant. Eating for two nonetheless. There's a line I never know exists until I cross it. It's never enough until it's too much. I feel cleansed after the binge; my stomach is a bottomless pit. I ate more in one sitting than most eat in three Thanksgivings. Feeling- currently- a bit disgusting, but ultimately replenished. Something something something, then, another thing. When we live hard we die softly; I have learned many, many things throughout the duration of this existence. One of them being this: in any relationship it is always best and wisest to leave a bag, a suitcase, packed by the doorway- because when the shit hits the fan things get dirty, fast. And, you can never be too certain about anything except for this: it's easier to leave than to be left.