I've turned into a chronic masturbator. I've got a great porn collection.
I think I need a boyfriend.
I've got to stop smoking pot. I've got to stop doing nothing.
I think I need some goals, above my waist.
It's those long, dark winter's nights; bunker down, keep warm.
It's company. Distraction.
It's all there is. Sensation.
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