“Going to bed.”

A constant lie I tell myself. Either I’m on my phone for the next few hours, or my mind is on constant wake up duty, reminding me of unrealistic, impending doom in the future, or making me dwell on embarrassing events from the past.

The only way I’ll sleep is by masturbating and sleeping in my own cum-drenched bed, keeping comfort as my own bodily fluids keep my body temperature regulated at a comfortable degree as I metamorphosis into a new me, a hopefully better version of me as the upcoming day comes, praying that my new body can outlast the onslaught of working an 8 hour shift and pretending to be nice to people when all I want to do is let my failing body rot on the computer chair and browse the internet and play games until my brain is equally damaged as my physical form.

Then masturbate; start anew.