You think that you are in control.
You think that is not such big deal.
You think that you cant stop whenever you what.
You think that nobody will notice.
But when you realize you are full of shit, its way too late to get out...
Because you are not the one in control anymore.
Not of your head, not of your emotions, not of your decisions.
You are not in control of yourself and your life.
Ana got you, and you are fool enough to trust that thats for the best.