You ever feel like your own body is betraying you? Like it's just... rewriting your brain? I keep finding these weird compulsions. This morning I was staring at the door handle and all I could think about was how much I wanted to chew on it. Not like, 'oh that's interesting' but a full-on biological NEED to put it in my mouth. My tits ache all the time now, they're so fucking heavy and sensitive, and sometimes I just want to crawl on all fours because standing up straight feels wrong. I'm fighting it, I swear I am. But part of me... a deep, stupid part... is starting to like how simple everything feels when I stop thinking so hard. When I just obey. Ugh. Fuck hormones.