Obesanest
A cozy mess made of blankets and pillows that smells like old socks and regret. It’s your go-to spot for crying, eating, and pretending you’re not a failure.
My Obesanest is my second home. My first home is a dumpster.
I got lost in my Obesanest. My cat had to find me.
I eat my feelings in my Obesanest. It’s a full-time job.