PainIsHilarious
Fapstronaut
Hey guys, it's me again. I just relapsed again unfortunately, but something feels different. It feels to me like something snapped in me. I think I've gotten over porn, at least I do. I know my mind will try to deceive me, but for me, I don't feel like I'll intentionally do PMO anymore. I'll be able to fight urges better. Also, something isnide of me told me to write an essay on my journey with PMO so I'm going to do that:
Dear PMO
Three years go fast huh? It seems like yesterday I just met you, not knowing anything. Being ignorant to everything around me. Being ignorant to my own situation even. Those were the good times.
Then I realized how far behind I was to everyone else. Socially anyways. When this happened, I had my first bouts of depression. But during that year, at least there was you to comfort me. Something where I could escape my problems, and drift away. Something where I felt acomplihed, and where depression couldn't torture me for a time. Thank you for helping me.
But now, I am older. I know now that hiding is no longer good enough. Running from problems only exemplifies them over time. And now, sitting here alone, realising where I am, I now know I am the only one who can get out of it. It is time I leave these childish ways behind me, and to begin a new Millennium of success in my life. I can't do that with you PMO, you are my past. But I'm only going forward, and for this car to drive, dead weight must be left behind. You are the deadweight. I know our connection is strong, but this is not a debate. I have moved on. Whatever mental connections have formed, I will break them. Whatever struggles I have gone through, and will go through in the future, I will face them head on.
So, PMO, you kept me going for a long time. But now, it's my time to blow. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo. Goodbye old friend.
Dear PMO
Three years go fast huh? It seems like yesterday I just met you, not knowing anything. Being ignorant to everything around me. Being ignorant to my own situation even. Those were the good times.
Then I realized how far behind I was to everyone else. Socially anyways. When this happened, I had my first bouts of depression. But during that year, at least there was you to comfort me. Something where I could escape my problems, and drift away. Something where I felt acomplihed, and where depression couldn't torture me for a time. Thank you for helping me.
But now, I am older. I know now that hiding is no longer good enough. Running from problems only exemplifies them over time. And now, sitting here alone, realising where I am, I now know I am the only one who can get out of it. It is time I leave these childish ways behind me, and to begin a new Millennium of success in my life. I can't do that with you PMO, you are my past. But I'm only going forward, and for this car to drive, dead weight must be left behind. You are the deadweight. I know our connection is strong, but this is not a debate. I have moved on. Whatever mental connections have formed, I will break them. Whatever struggles I have gone through, and will go through in the future, I will face them head on.
So, PMO, you kept me going for a long time. But now, it's my time to blow. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo. Goodbye old friend.
