late at night craving a Wendy’s burger not even hungry, I know I’ll only take a few bites and throw the rest away I like the idea of eating a Wendy’s burger, but not so much the reality of paying for something I won’t eat decide to just picture the burger instead vividly picture platonic form of Wendy’s burger it’s perfect, they can’t possibly fuck up the order because it’s in my mind imagine eating the burger bite by bite I finish feel better, no more craving What the fuck is wrong with me