I crawled out of bed, still wearing my Cracker Barrel cockasian 1 from the night before and managed to make my way over to the coffee machine.
I grabbed my pumpkin spiced coffee, walked over to the couch, and opened his laptop. It was like the television was somehow warning me. My whole body went numb.
My thoughts began to race. Who is this naked girl on the screen? She looks a lot like me.
Wait, wait, wait…that is me. I had never felt more betrayed, confused, and heartbroken in all my 25 years of living. What the heck. What the heck?