I’m becoming hyperfixiated with Risotto Nero. At this point it feels like a disability. Risotto is the only thing I ever am willing to talk about, all day, everyday. All my friends have cut ties with me and my relationship with my parents is absolutely ruined because of this cute little shy emo boy. I haven’t showered in 2 weeks, haven’t brushed my teeth in 4 days, and I have to climb through smelly, cumstained junk and avoid tipping over the piss bottles lining the walls just to get to my bed. I’ve dedicated the back right-hand corner of my bedroom to worship my god, husband, and sexy fictional boyfriend Risotto Nero. The wall next to the worshipping corner is crusty and smells of shit – A simple explanation being that whenever I see Risotto’s cute little twink face I immediately start uncontrollably orgasming and ejaculating, in this case it hits the wall each time and I can’t be bothered to clean it up. My parents have insisted I see a therapist multiple times but I reject their requests each time, with my answer always being “Risotto is enough to keep me going”. It’s been 3 years and now they’ve given up on me. If they dare take away my Risotto themed sex toys, I threaten violence. Nonetheless, I am living my best life.