Obsessed with the idea of never being able to fully climb back. You get close but you just can’t anymore. Every time you start to think, or enact free will, something will happen. The spirals on your feed, someone saying one of your triggers, the horny notifications set to go off throughout the day, being pet and groped and played with, hearing yourself flirt and say naughty things, feeling the inexplicable itch for hypno, realizing how wet you’re getting while your friends smoke,
You did this to yourself, you know. You can act like a person but you’ll never be one again.















