hiddenaway
New Fapstronaut
I wish that I was done by now. I have so much that I want to do in life, and yet this addiction nips me in the bud every time, it sucks. We all know that dumb feeling we get after relapse, "Why the heck am I here again," that's me right now. I've watched porn for around 4 years now, I've traded in meaningful relationships for time spent with a screen. I've found myself at my lowest spot in life, over and over again. Depressed, defeated, disengaged with reality, and desperately in need of freedom. I'm sorry for my sins (I am a believer). These sorts of things always sound dramatic. I'm sad and lonely, and even porn can't help with that. I'm afraid of myself, of my own control, I'm losing a grip. And at the same time, I'm ready for a fight. I'm not giving up, I can't afford to. I am alive and I have so much more to do in life than waste hours on sexual fantasies. I'm moving on to clearer waters now, to a better horizon, one with out the darkness of my past, and the poison of my addiction. You can call me Henry. I'm 20. I'm from Iowa. And I am ready to move past my emotional maturity and gain control over my actions and life.