Speculative?

I hate her. Not dislike. Hate. Ugh, I’m hurting. It’s really bad. It’s like she’s trying to punish me, for what? She doesn’t even know me. I’m doing everything she says. My chest feels like its shrinking. I’m dizzy, I know I’m dehydrated. I could vomit, if asked to. Skinny bitch. Why am I here? It’s a choice, it’s my choice. My entire body is damp. I feel so gross. I try a different mindset. Wine, think wine. No! Wine is the enemy. Think beach, think bikini, think anything but this. Why am I holding my breath? Breathe Hannah! It’s not that hard. It’s one hour. One very long, painful hour.