Declassified Files: A Series of True Events Being Brought to Light

Not all memories are good ones.

Conan O’Brien used to have a sketch piece of the Masturbating Bear.  David Wolfe offered me a Halloween teddy bear with bats shoes on its feet.  Make the connection.

This is how David Wolfe saw me.  This is how David Wolfe views me.  This is all David Wolfe believed I ever could be – nothing more than a masturbator.

To David Wolfe I am nothing more than an unattractive woman, not worthy of having a man to share my life with, not worth making more money than I did when I was 18 years old, and not interested in anything other masturbating, until I die.

This last connection is truly heart breaking.  To make that connection truly severs something in me entirely.

David Wolfe believed I was and am nothing more than a masturbator.

I am heart-broken beyond words.  I did not believe he was capable of such shallowness.

To James Franco I am nothing more than an overweight dog for him to make fun of, not worth having a conversation with, and not worth being allowed to have a man share my life, and yet again not worth making more money than I made when I was 18 years old.

Too stressed to write.

Sick.

Sick.

Surrounded by sick people.