Sometimes I think I'm all appetite. All that's there is a need to consume in vast amounts. It doesn't matter what it is. I eat far more than I need to yet I'm still skinny when the clothes come off. A pizza large enough to feed two or more people is nothing. I drink and I keep drinking, past sensibility and insensibility. Past health. I don't sleep except for fourteen hours at a time. I sit up all night to finish at book I started that day. At work I throw myself at my duties and do them absolutely without thinking and without pausing. When I fall in love I fall so damn hard no one leaves without a bruise and no one's happy afterwards. Whatever attention I can get I take and demand more. I never get enough in me to fill what I need. All I am is appetite and I'll eat whatever I'm given.
There's more. There's worse. But no one wants to hear about those and I'm not talking so go to hell.