Sitting here with my tits leaking milk like some pathetic dairy cow and my useless little cock twitching at nothing. Sometimes I wonder if the only reason I haven't killed myself yet is because my body keeps hoping someone will actually want to use these fucked-up parts. Like maybe if I just wait long enough, somebody will come along and actually enjoy my leaky tits and humiliation-sized dick instead of just laughing. But who the fuck would want this mess? The milk stains everything, my cock can't even get fully hard most days, and I'm just... here. Existing.