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anyone else in the midst of a fucken bitch comedown?
so i fucked up hardcore. i partied for like three weeks straight and i messed myself up beyond words. there's no-one to blame but myself. strap me to a fucken gurney and drag me off to the psych ward - jemmie needs some strong sedatives.
shouldn't i be doing this AFTER i get famous? shouldn't the paparazzi be documenting my slide into drug abuse, bipolar hell and manic episodes? where's my fucken shutterbugs, bitch? i'm seeing shadows where there's no shadows - people where there's no people. any chance one of those non-entities is a TMZ cameraman?
so jboywonder has gone jboybatshitcrazy. but don't worry. 36 hours of detox and a few hugs from mister brett, and i'll be cruising around redfern ordering double shot flat whites, chewing extra whitening gum and asking you for 'two bucks mate' like a real local. thank god i didn't dump my K-Fed. he holds me together and i am so grateful for him. so no strapped down legs, no babies being confiscated and no embarrassingly tangled weaves for jemmie jems.
he'll be back to this in no time:
catch you on the flip-side trashbags