I am in desperate need of bleach, and memory eraser. I should’ve stopped reading after the word shower, god knows why I didn’t. Morbid curiosity is a horrible thing.

This feels like watching the Jeremy Kyle show, my life and mind might be somewhat fked but at least I’m not this guy.

It’s in the middle of a workday, but I should probably immediately go get blackout drunk. I don’t want to risk remembering this…