Kafkaesque metawhorephosis
You become a confused whore who thinks life is a horror movie and you need a snack and a blow job to survive.
My coworker said I looked like a lost puppy who just got dumped by a vampire.
I texted my mom: ‘I need a cheeseburger and a sob story.’
I screamed at a pizza box: ‘Why won’t you fix my life?’