I'm in love with Tita

Dear /b/: I, like many of you, suffer from problems. My problems don't involve any of your implausible ones, but mine are worth voicing to you in hope of getting some advice. Anyways, I began going to "Tita's Mexican Restaurant" about a season ago, and as I dove deeper and deeper into the spicy mexican-ness, the more and more I fapped to their logo art. I continued to do so until I destroyed their restroom with diarheea. Then I went back again...and again... and again... I found myself checking out Tita everywhere she appeared- on the menus, one of the walls, the napkins... I began to stop going to my job just so I could go to Tita's more often. I eventually had 1000s of instances of explosive diarheea. I began to steal what others called absurd amounts of restaurant supplies, and my apartment is coated with Tita everywhere. I've shut myself off from family and friends and felt an urge to just snuggle with my Tita's napkins. Tita is all I need. She probably wouldn't like the way my family is or how my friends behave. I'm in love with Tita. I keep praying that she'll come to see me one day and decide to live with me. I have nothing left to live for but Tita. I know she can hear me, so I always talk to her telling her to come and visit me so our union can take place. So this is where you guys come into the picture. You're an all-purpose advice board. You definitely must know a way to help Tita break free from her being a mexican and also not existing, except in the book "Like Water for Choclate". The heroine whose name is
Tita is born and raised in the kitchen and finds an outlet through
cooking to express her powerful emotions.
Her quail in rose petal sauce fills her sister with such passion
that she flees the dinner table to have a cold shower and
the shower bursts into flame.

Tita and I like eating out together.