I’m not Dysfunctional, Part XCIX

It’s like I don’t even care about my girlfriends anymore, lol.

I mean, I don’t get photoshoots or premieres anymore, you know, so it’s like… what’s the point? I mean, even the movies have dried up. So it’s like… that’s just not much out there, anymore, that would truly interest me.

So I have fentanyl, then.

So I’ll make THAT my new girlfriend, since it does indeed love me, I mean, I can FEEL it, lol.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, god it hurts, lol.

God I’m dumb.

Fuck me, what a waste of a life. I mean I had such promise, lol. And look at what I’ve become. Ughk, this sucks. I mean, I don’t want to just end up yet another casualty, but… I… I’m like, already there, lol. I mean I just can’t do it, you know?

Fuck.

I just feel so lost. It’s like there is no way out of this. It’s a maze without an exit. I can’t get out. I’m trapped.

This sucks.

I’m dead, lol.

Fuck.

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