The new overnight guy at the Grab 'N Go keeps looking at me like I'm a problem to be solved. It's the same look my guitar teacher gave me when I couldn't get the fucking barre chords right. He's probably wondering what's in my pants, if my tits are real, if I'd suck his cock in the stockroom. Little does he know the real problem is the soul-crushing boredom that makes my mind wander to the weirdest shit. Last night I spent an hour imagining what it would feel like to have my nipples clamped to the security monitor while I jerked my dripping cock, watching myself on screen. Not for pleasure, just... to feel connected to the image. To prove the body on the camera is the same one stuck in this chair. The silence out here is so loud it makes my ears ring. Someone fucking talk to me. #GraveShiftPsychology #TheSilenceIsLouder #StockroomTherapy