SUFFOCATION:
Failed attempts to.
By the overwhelming nature of things I can't seem to fucking control no matter how high I am or what goals I set or how I restrict myself.
Fingers pushing against my trachea. Stay closed. Please.
But I still gasp. My body fights against me. Why can't I ever win? Why can't I ever follow through?
Ok, Michelle. No more of this (Exhibit A). You want to be this (Exhibit B). No control. No resistance. No power. Failure. Fuck.
You did it once but can never seem to go back. You're so weak. So pathetic. So susceptible. You sicken me.
Don't smile. It's ugly. Run away. Don't let any part of you be captured. Cringe. Gag.
Gag.
