Again and again, again, again, again-again, never stop

I usually don’t bother even writing it down or saying anything, because it’s so common, so frequent that it just turns into a droning mess…

I need to be fucked. I need sex. I’m horny and alone and unsatisfied. I need sex. I need more sex. I need different kinds of sex than I’m getting. I need to fuck.

I need to be eating better. I need to be eating more often. I’m not eating enough. Need food. Pink pervert needs food… badly. I really gotta eat. I should eat something. I haven’t had a meal today. Need to eat.

It’s too loud! Wish I had some peace and quiet. So noisy! Fuck, this noise is driving me crazy… it’s so loud here, I can’t think! Another panic attack, things are so noisy here. Too much noise!

I don’t know where I’m going to live. I need a place to live. When do I find a home? Gotta find something long-term and stable for housing. I need a place to live… where am I going to live?

It’s the same thing on repeat. The same thing on repeat. The same thing on repeat.

I’m just going to go to sleep for now… again.

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