I'm a fucking addict for food!

yesterday I didn't go to sleep. I know I should've, but I simply couldn't. kept myself busy doing things instead.
the alarm clock next to my bed turned to 6.15 a.m. my eyes turned wide and I lost balance.
I sometimes loose track of time and space, this was one of these days. my back hurts, my head spins, and I've gotten some sort of a rush which keeps my body pumping with adrenaline and endorphins, whilst I am far too tired to run around. therefore this turns into a somewhat soothing feeling which makes my brain think I've had a good boose.
my drinking habits are fairly rare and light. this is a plentiful substitute!

I had to get up 7.00 a.m to get in time for work, I knew that.
I hated that.
I knew, that if I got to bed I wouldn't get up again on time, so I trusted my extreme need for food.
I told myself that I only could have breakfast if I got up within 5 minutes after the wake up call.
I got up.

45 mins of sleep. I've got a cold. I'm shit tired.
my own centences don't make sense.
and I need to write in english.

I can't stop touching myself.