they know, without any doubt. It's not about wasting food or who knows it it is if it comes to you and once to me. The same plate with food was served no matter what it looked like (no saved in a fridge). At times, it feels as if it were in a different world, but there's still food that makes me gag or I can't swallow.

It's about power, sadism and of course, they like you to beg, get on your knees and... whatever. I refused, and of course, there are punishments for that too. At a certain point, it stopped as I decided "me" is more important than trying to please others. That was a shock.

Today I still hardly eat, and let's say I lost my appetite. It's not something I worry about since people who hardly eat impress me (I don't mean the anorexia types). Overeating is a waste to me.

It's interesting to observe how crazy people are. I still don't understand the "fun" part of doing this. No respect for those who treat others like animals, no respect for that "man" telling the truth for a change. Forgiveness? It's not in me to forgive or respect these type of people. It's wise to stay out of my way.

I send you a big hug.