If nobody else will hold me, if nobody else will love me, then fentanyl will be my friend. My beautiful fentanyl.
I never should have left. There is nothing I need more; nothing I crave more; nothing that is me more.
Everyone loves me on fentanyl. Even my parents remark how much healthier and happier I seem on it. Or at least, this is what they have said lately.
Feel so good.
Thank you fenty, Tom loves you boo.