Radical Twenty-Four

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Scrolling dating apps can be a porn substitute. So maybe just wait until someone contacts you.
Yeah, that can make trying to fix both of these issues simultaneously awkward. I know that these women have plenty of depth to them, but dating profiles are limited in their ability to exemplify that. Even in the messaging stage, things still feel somewhat distant from being a "natural" human experience. I have some trouble comprehending what being on a date would be like.

My self(ish/less)ness paranoia is strongest in the area of sexual stuff. Part of my self-hatred is fueled by sexual selfishness exhibited in the past. My modern goal is to develop the sexual side of things at a mutually agreeable pace, and that applies to the others aspects of building a relationship too. Of course, by that I (mostly) mean "whatever pace she wants to go at". As someone who's fixated on resolving so much intimacy starvation, it wouldn't be fair of me to significantly influence any of the paces.

I'm very capable of downtalking my ability to form a healthy relationship, but what keeps me going is my belief that trying to form one isn't selfish of me. That probably sounds bizarre to you the reader, "Yeah no shit wanting to be with someone is natural and being in a healthy relationship is beneficial to them too". I need to accept that yes I sometimes annoy women with my social-romantic incompetence and yes I missed some major developmental milestones and yes there are some aspects of me that aren't 100% conventionally appealing in the dating market and yes my overall appeal seems to be niche, but I'm still capable of finding someone and being a good partner. I have strengths and weaknesses, just like everyone else. And I don't know what I'd do with myself if I was to ever give up
 

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I think the "treat others as you'd want to be treated" rule can give you some confidence if you keep it your top priority. GL!
 

Sepul0

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Here's something from a previous journal of mine that's relevant to me currently:

Hey,
You,
Wanker,
Leave your dick alone!
--------
Toughen up, you've got to
Climb the wall of withdrawal

Derived from the Pink Floyd song "Another Brick in the Wall Part 2"

Just because I'm not using porn doesn't mean that my behavior is healthy.

My use of distractions and substitutes over the years has gotten me into this unideal position. I need to stop touching myself, it's not going to lead to anything of substance. Instead, I need to let my need for intimacy build even further, to the point where resolving it feels like a matter of survival. All the while, the civilized part of me will try to prevent me from overstepping boundaries. Human decency is a right, intimacy is a privilege.

Somebody I began talking to last month is planning on arranging a date with me once her life slows down enough. She's been friendly and kind and transparent and down-to-earth and etc. Women like her encourage me to keep at it, even when things end up not developing into a relationship.
 

Sepul0

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Still sober from porn :)

The connection between me and the woman that I mentioned in my previous entry experienced plenty of development yesterday. This has made urges scarcer, and the hypothetical guilt that I'd feel from relapsing stronger.

I've never qualified for being an alcoholic, but I can imagine myself becoming one under circumstances of misfortune and lack of willpower. To be proactive about this, and to help with my financial goals, I'll stop buying alcohol from now on. This is a policy that I've flipped on and off for a while now, but my decision to drink 3 alcoholic beverages at a pool party yesterday was off-putting enough in hindsight for me to be more adamant about this. [I had hitched a ride there, so driving impairment wasn't a factor]
I've never vaped or used drugs or tobacco products, and I'll continue to avoid them. On a personal level, they've had negative consequences for some of my loved ones, the worst case of which being my paternal grandfather's death from lung cancer.
 

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Out of respect for their privacy, I'll be referring to other people who I mention in my entries with codenames. I'll also refrain from being needlessly specific when writing about them and their interactions with me.
The woman who I've brought up in my last two entries will be referred to as "Tarakī" from now on.

My sobriety from porn has continued to get easier, and I've continued to keep my guard up. I don't want to think about other women in a sexual light, even if it doesn't have a blatant pornographic angle. We're not officially a couple, but I've considered myself to be committed to her for some time now (it hasn't been much of a "sacrifice" though considering how otherwise unsuccessful I've been at finding someone who connects with me). And if things don't work out with her; having messed things up with someone who I feel very compatible with, I'll become obsessed with self-improvement, which will keep me sober.

The unorthodox name of this journal wasn't chosen solely to stand out from the conventional (albeit appropriate and substantial) names chosen by others. The name represents how I want my life to be improved by the time that I turn 24, which is now just a few months away. As you can tell by now, I get paranoid about how I'm not making the most of my youth, and how I'm behind in some major areas of life. This is also represented mathematically: Radical 24 isn't a whole number, 24 is 1 short of 25, radical 25 is a whole number (5), and .5 is 50%. When I began this journal, I felt like I needed to build upon myself in order to finally form a relationship. There had to be reasons why I had never done so before, there had to be things that were "wrong" with me.
[Please don't take my writings about my irrationally negative thoughts and integrate them into your own self-image or world view or etc. I'm obligated to bring them up to some extent due to how much they've affected me, but they're irrational nonetheless]

Me and Tarakī plan on meeting in-person for the first time some time next month, so I've currently got a bit of a "Radical July" mentality. She told me that she likes me for who I am, but I know that there's still room to make myself more desirable to her and others.

In my overthinking ways, I've been feeling guilty/paranoid about things relating to me and her. I'll try to reassure myself that I'm not in the wrong:

Your feelings for her aren't supposed to be this strong, the two of you haven't been talking for that long and have yet to meet in-person. She should be holding less of a presence in your head.
My feelings are probably stronger than the societal norm under those circumstances, but my personal history circumstances don't fit the norm either. And in terms of the kind of woman that's ideal for me, Tarakī isn't normal either, she's exceptional. You can't even hit me with Would you still be into her if you never struggled with finding someone?, because you know that I'd confidently answer with a yes. Of course, I'm aware that she's only human; I've picked up on some imperfections of hers. I'll try to keep things developing at a pace that she's comfortable with. Also, we've opened up to each other to a significant degree at this point, so my strong feelings have been partially earned in that way. I don't want to feel guilty for being in love, this is stupid. Or maybe it hasn't evolved into love quite yet, I'm not entirely sure. I'm not going to tell her that I love her until I feel like it's appropriate, so I don't think that whether or not my current feelings qualify as "love" matters much.

Why is she into you, when so many other women aren't? Something strange is going on.
Actually, based on what she's revealed of herself, it makes sense that she'd be into me. As for the women who haven't expressed interest in me in the online environments; it's clear that many of them never gave a yes or no answer, so it's possible that some of them would've been into me. This pessimistic viewpoint also ignores the women in offline scenarios who've been into me but didn't receive advancements from me at the time, of which there have been multiple occurrences [This wasn't necessarily me not being interested in them, it often involved social incompetence]. As long as I'm with someone, it doesn't matter whether or not other women are into me anyways. It doesn't matter what I've been through, cheating is wrong.

You're bad at talking to her over the phone, and your texting skills can be subpar too.
Ok yeah I can be awkward at times, but I'm only humam as well. She still likes talking to me, and her opinion matters more than my hypercritical one.

I hope that she's not as self-critical as I am in regards to this connection that we're building. At least that would be something else that we could bond over, now that I think of it.

I'm scared of losing her, I admit, but being paranoid isn't attractive. Living my life with confidence, centralized around myself, with her being greatly appreciated but still secondary, that's attractive. The intimacy starvation circumstances can feel like a cycle of failure, maladapting your ability to achieve solutions, and I'm not fond of how providing examples of this has the potential to sadden others. I will prove that the cycle can be broken, whether with her or someone else. I have a responsibility to do so, knowing how widespread this issue is.
 

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Having interrupted my substantial introductory approach and postponing it for the sake of being redundantly "woe is me", I'm not entirely fond of how this journal's been going, but restarting my journal for the 5th time would be too silly by my standards. I can't do these topics 100% justice, especially now that they've been occupying my thoughts less often than before, but I still ought to write about them.

I've never witnessed it happen on this site, but I could imagine someone in a porn addiction recovery community advising for someone who's regaining their sexual performance capabilities to "test them out" on a prostitute; a quick method that avoids the risk of encountering awkwardness with someone else. Not only would I disagree with this advice, I believe that prostitutes shouldn't be visited by anyone. I feel gross having written that first sentence, and by "visited" I basically mean "exploited".

The type of exploitative factors that affect porn performers generally apply to prostitutes as well, but in the case of the latter, you the consumer are exploiting them directly, bypassing the need for consent with money. This is a form of rape, and no, just because it's typically arguably not as bad as x type of "conventional" rape doesn't mean that it doesn't deserve that label. You need to ask yourself why they're in that circumstance to begin with, and how your actions would harm them. And to better understand the latter, you need to develop a healthier view on sex. It's not something that should be bought, based on a selfish desire for immediate satisfaction and an objectifying mentality. It needs to be earned, through building a legitimate and considerate connection with someone who you recognize to be a nuanced human being. This avenue also happens to be more rewarding, not just in regards to the sex but also in regards to other areas of life. Yeah it's more challenging, and being unfulfilled in this department can feel awful, but that doesn't justify exploiting someone else.
 

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I've relapsed on just about every type of abstinence goal that I've set in the last 2 years, except for one. I've had bad dreams about going back to it, similar to porn. And like porn, it had some pretty negative effects on me, maybe even worse overall. This scary thing was... an Internet forum. I'll try to explain.

This place (which I'll refer to as "Squerple") was infectiously negative. Many other online spaces are as well, but this one excelled at it. I got into it as a young and impressionable teen, and spent a large portion of my free time on it. It tarnished my personality, beliefs, values, a whole lot of things really. It frequently engaged in gatekeeping, often centered around forms of loserdom, and I foolishly strived to fit in with these awful environments. I left them for good very shortly after beginning my first journal, but have felt their influence on me since then. Now that it's been nearly 2 years, I feel practically cured.

Squerple's influence on me made living the sort of life that I'm working towards now very difficult to obtain. I viewed self-empowerment and other forms of positivity as cringey, I felt less of a need to fit in with the rest of society, I undervalued self-development and self-care, I gave detached-from-reality beliefs more respect than they deserved, etc.
Getting to know Jinx around the same time that I left Squerple helped confirm my belief of how hatefully delusional some pockets of that place were, because she didn't fit in with their misogynistic rhetoric. She's a very admirable person, and so are many of the other women that I've met since meeting Jinx, especially Tarakī. Of course, this also applies to many of the women that I'd met prior (like gee idk my family), but I must've been doing some impressive mental gymnastics to have not outright rejected those sorts of beliefs.
That anecdote might have been facepalm-worthy for some of you readers, and yeah I feel like a piece of crap moron in hindsight. Echo chambers are powerful, especially the ones that encourage societal detachment.

I could write about Squerple extensively, but I feel like this entry covered the subject adequately. Oh, there was also a lot of content of varying lewdity all over the site, that was the main reason that I left it.
 

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I've relapsed on just about every type of abstinence goal that I've set in the last 2 years, except for one. I've had bad dreams about going back to it, similar to porn. And like porn, it had some pretty negative effects on me, maybe even worse overall. This scary thing was... an Internet forum. I'll try to explain.

This place (which I'll refer to as "Squerple") was infectiously negative. Many other online spaces are as well, but this one excelled at it. I got into it as a young and impressionable teen, and spent a large portion of my free time on it. It tarnished my personality, beliefs, values, a whole lot of things really. It frequently engaged in gatekeeping, often centered around forms of loserdom, and I foolishly strived to fit in with these awful environments. I left them for good very shortly after beginning my first journal, but have felt their influence on me since then. Now that it's been nearly 2 years, I feel practically cured.

Squerple's influence on me made living the sort of life that I'm working towards now very difficult to obtain. I viewed self-empowerment and other forms of positivity as cringey, I felt less of a need to fit in with the rest of society, I undervalued self-development and self-care, I gave detached-from-reality beliefs more respect than they deserved, etc.
Getting to know Jinx around the same time that I left Squerple helped confirm my belief of how hatefully delusional some pockets of that place were, because she didn't fit in with their misogynistic rhetoric. She's a very admirable person, and so are many of the other women that I've met since meeting Jinx, especially Tarakī. Of course, this also applies to many of the women that I'd met prior (like gee idk my family), but I must've been doing some impressive mental gymnastics to have not outright rejected those sorts of beliefs.
That anecdote might have been facepalm-worthy for some of you readers, and yeah I feel like a piece of crap moron in hindsight. Echo chambers are powerful, especially the ones that encourage societal detachment.

I could write about Squerple extensively, but I feel like this entry covered the subject adequately. Oh, there was also a lot of content of varying lewdity all over the site, that was the main reason that I left it.
Thanks for sharing your experience. I’m sure there are others who can relate to it too. I’m glad you’ve moved on to more constructive ways of approaching life. Congratulations on your new friends too.
 

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Being able to share my 1-month sobriety milestone with Tarakī yesterday felt so rewarding, soooooooo much more than porn.
I wrote down the reasons that she's given/implied as to why she likes me, and I still haven't made any obvious and significant blunders, but I'm still under quite a bit of paranoia. It ought to lessen once we reach some personal milestones of mine, especially the (hopefully) upcoming "Go on your first date".
I didn't even know her several weeks ago, and now she's taken over my journal 😅 To be fair, building relationships are kind of on-topic, and you could consider it the main topic of our existence (or at least it is for mine, at least for now).
 

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I began to learn about porn's harms about a year before starting my first journal. One of the main reasons why it took me so long to become committed to such an extent to quitting my usage was the fact that my sobriety streaks weren't immediately solving all of my life's problems. My entitlement to instant gratification was formed from porn itself, along with other distractions from achieving things of substance. Fixing my life and finding someone to share it with still felt overwhelming.
I have several bad habits that I've yet to correct, so although my sobriety is going well, I still have a lot of improving to do. Many of them are things that would embarrass me to say, and yet I continue to do them.
I talk about how we ought to treat other people with more humanity, but my self-criticisms lead me to view myself as subhuman, too dependent on acts of validation from a romantic interest to make me feel whole.
I've been worried that Tarakī is going to lose steam with me before we have the opportunity to step things up by meeting in-person. We're in a bit of an awkward phase right now where she's got a lot going on, much of it being stressful, and I'm not sure how to talk to her without sounding too repetitive and generic and overly-praisy. She made a major accomplishment not too long ago after a ton of hard work, so I was hoping that she'd be able to slow down for a while, but it's not quite time for that yet. She's shown appreciation for my positive messages many times though, due in part to her history of being underappreciated by people in her life. Yes, our connection is an example of the Mistreated + Inexperienced dynamic that I discussed earlier. The Mistreated factor can be earned via the actions of people in their lives who weren't partners, and that applies to Tarakī's case.
The first woman who I was ever in the talking stage with took Mistreated to an especially awful level, which left a strong impression on me. Wtf is wrong with some people, seriously. I don't think that she wants to hear from me again, so I haven't talked to her in a long time, but I hope that she's living a significantly better life now.
 

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In times like these, I've got to be careful about what I write. I could very well post something that's cringey in hindsight. Wouldn't want to fail at writing, gotta have something I'm passionate about that I don't fuck up on each attempt.

I'm going to continue my porn abstinence, but I'm failing to feel empowered by it. It's just an expectation for me now, it can't give a significant boost to my sense of fulfillment like it can for others. At least abstaining from masturbation will be way easier now that I don't have the influence of someone wanting to sleep with me.

"This area of life is pretty important to me tbh"

I'm going to put this somewhere in my dating profiles once I make them visible again. It might sound a bit red flaggish, but what am I supposed to do at this point?
 

Sepul0

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"This area of life is pretty important to me, but within reason"

I thought of a better way to word what I shared yesterday. "Within reason" is debatable, but at least it shows some sense of self-awareness.
I take a calculated approach to designing my dating profiles. I make them thorough, but not as content-filled as possible (that doesn't feel necessary). Everything serves a purpose, especially the pictures. The pics that don't feature anyone else were the best takes among many. I'm not super confident in how they turned out, but they're tolerable enough. Of course, the overarching purpose for everything is to try to convince women that I'm not a loser. I'm aware that there are opportunities to have your profile evaluated for the purpose of optimizing it, but doing so would feel a bit disingenuous to me, especially given my uniqueness as a person.

I'm cautious about the media I consume; not only out of concern for its productivity value and urge-giving potential, but also due to not wanting to be reminded of the things that I long for without doing it myself internally [Sometimes I seek those sorts of things out intentionally though, to fuel my victim complex]. This is going to be a bigger factor now due to the recent happening, so I'll be spending more time here in my own space, in control. Besides, it's good to do some creating, as opposed to only being a consumer.
[A significant amount of the music that I listen to at work is in foreign languages, mainly due to this. I need to remove some of it from the roster now, too reminiscent of her]
 

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Living and conveying your life as if you're some sort of tragic figure is easier than getting it together, and it makes you feel more special too. It's especially alluring when you're prone to having too much inner monolog. And if you're aware of what you're doing, that makes it all okay.

Doesn't it make for great content? Why care about delivering on the types of goals that people spend their valuable time on here to support? That's so cliché, and it requires some self-empowerment, which is cringe. Imagine believing in yourself lmao, hey no need to pull so hard SquerpleGhostCrab you've already put so much effort into bringing me down.
 

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I haven't been here as much as I predicted, but I've still been creating

[My first edited YouTube video]

I couldn't find a video on YouTube that used this specific Topic + Format combination, so I decided to fill that niche myself, having some fondness for both of them. Making an edited video in general is something that I've procrastinated on for a pretty long time, and I now feel more empowered to chip away at my backlog of ideas.

My porn sobriety streak that began several weeks ago is still ongoing, now accompanied by a relatively lengthy streak of MO abstinence. Urges for them have seldom appeared lately, and I assume that my focus on creation has been a contributing factor. I haven't been thinking about dating as much either, but unfortunately the reasoning for that isn't entirely positive. I feel so detached from that realm, and women overall.

This is kind of random, but just in case anyone who's been reading this journal believes that I might unknowingly be bi or gay or trans or etc.: I've given those sorts of things a solid amount of thought, and I've concluded that I'm straight and cis. I don't feel that comfortable with myself, yes, but those problems lie elsewhere. I've spent some time lurking in LGBTQ+-related areas, and have a few friends and family members who identify as one or more of the letters.
One of the primary reasons why I gravitate towards the issue of sexual exploitation is because it's relatively black and white. I have a difficult time forming stances on other topics of substance
In my opinion, the efforts for LGBTQ+ people to be seen as equals is even more black and white. I'm not as drawn to the latter cause as I am to the former though, I admit.
 

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I didn't realize that sharing the link with "Insert Link" wouldn't embed the video, whoops. The context for this video is a niche subject that isn't really involved with this community, so it's unlikely that anyone who clicks on that link will understand what the heck I'm referencing.

Hey,
You,
Wanker,
Leave your dick alone!
--------
Toughen up, you've got to
Climb the wall of withdrawal

I ought to make a video using this idea next. "NoFap Motivational Audio with a Pink Floyd theme"
 

Sepul0

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I don't feel comfortable writing about everything with relevance. Something that I'm choosing to be silent about happened during this recent period of absence, and I doubt that I'll ever reveal it on this site.

What I can talk about, and what I should, is the fact that I've been relapsing over the last several days. That stupid inner struggle of mine,

Wanting my life to improve vs. Wanting it to get worse

has been dominated by the latter lately. The catalyst for this was the continuing decline of my self-confidence in finding someone, and getting along with society as a whole. Never mind the moral dilemmas of porn usage I've been discussing, I've got a life to fuck up.

I wrote about my dreams during a phase of my third journal. My brain has come up with some pretty insightful things, despite how detrimental the addict part of it is. After the first relapse in this latest series, I had a body horror dream involving my penis, but that didn't stop me from continuing to relapse later on. Last night's dream, however, was too strong of a callout to ignore. [Let's see about that...]

The dream did an excellent job at pointing out the ridiculous of porn. The women featured in the dream behaved as unrealistically as the performers are instructed to. One of them wanted to have sex with me for a very pornish reason, and went to undo my pants. The dream had been fairly vivid up until now, but collapsed before she could unsheathe it. [The fantasy falling apart before it goes very far is pretty common for me, unfortunately.] As I struggled to conjure up more sexual fantasy, the dream gradually began to portray the scenario as looking for masturbation material as opposed to a sexual encounter. This search was futile; The more arousing something was, the less capturable. This might have symbolized how we can become bored of the porn that we once found far more arousing. Near the end of the dream, I saw my penis, and noticed that it had clearly been suffering from my compulsion to chase that PMO high. There's something else that can easily manifest in reality.
 

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I don't feel comfortable writing about everything with relevance. Something that I'm choosing to be silent about happened during this recent period of absence, and I doubt that I'll ever reveal it on this site.

What I can talk about, and what I should, is the fact that I've been relapsing over the last several days. That stupid inner struggle of mine,

Wanting my life to improve vs. Wanting it to get worse

has been dominated by the latter lately. The catalyst for this was the continuing decline of my self-confidence in finding someone, and getting along with society as a whole. Never mind the moral dilemmas of porn usage I've been discussing, I've got a life to fuck up.

I wrote about my dreams during a phase of my third journal. My brain has come up with some pretty insightful things, despite how detrimental the addict part of it is. After the first relapse in this latest series, I had a body horror dream involving my penis, but that didn't stop me from continuing to relapse later on. Last night's dream, however, was too strong of a callout to ignore. [Let's see about that...]

The dream did an excellent job at pointing out the ridiculous of porn. The women featured in the dream behaved as unrealistically as the performers are instructed to. One of them wanted to have sex with me for a very pornish reason, and went to undo my pants. The dream had been fairly vivid up until now, but collapsed before she could unsheathe it. [The fantasy falling apart before it goes very far is pretty common for me, unfortunately.] As I struggled to conjure up more sexual fantasy, the dream gradually began to portray the scenario as looking for masturbation material as opposed to a sexual encounter. This search was futile; The more arousing something was, the less capturable. This might have symbolized how we can become bored of the porn that we once found far more arousing. Near the end of the dream, I saw my penis, and noticed that it had clearly been suffering from my compulsion to chase that PMO high. There's something else that can easily manifest in reality.
Sorry, you are struggling again. Sounds like your subconscious is on the case!
 

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And if things don't work out with her; having messed things up with someone who I feel very compatible with, I'll become obsessed with self-improvement, which will keep me sober.
This was a lie. Don't believe anything I say in this vein.

In truth, I've practically been going the extra mile to prove myself wrong. Relapses have been common; my addict brain abusing my depression to make that awful and self-aware decision. It's excused the moral issues of my usage by dwarfing them with my awareness of the plethora of other ways in which the world is fucked up, which of course happen to be on my mind more frequently when I'm depressed. I'm still in the wrong though.

Here's something else relating to reader speculation that I ought to clarify: I'm not going to kill myself. I might've taken that regrettable way out in another life in which all of my circumstances were equally shit, but fortunately that life is not my reality, and thus suicide would be extremely selfish of me. Our local pickleball communities recently lost a middle-aged man unexpectedly due to a heart attack, someone that we all appreciated. I couldn't do that to them, my own family, or anyone else in my life.

I had taken a break from pickleball for about a month, the main reason for doing so (besides depression in general) being an admittedly pathetic one that I'd rather not explain. I came back shortly after he passed away; out of respect for him and everyone else, and also due to missing the communities and the sport itself. In a post-game conversation during one of the first sessions back, a community leader talked about how good of a person he was, and compared him to me. She's praised my character multiple times before, kind of like a second mother figure, but this still caught my attention. Parts of me want to convince me that I've deceived her, that I've thrown her endorsement away by relapsing since then, that it doesn't or wouldn't matter anyways because being a good person won't automatically get me everything that I want (which ties in to the patheticness vaguely mentioned earlier). Well, what if I take into account everyone else who's advocated for my character? Surely that has to mean something.

I've been planning this entry in my head for a while, and it didn't really go as planned. I prioritize making these entries organic though, so this sort of outcome is alright with me. I was expecting it to be more pessimistic, and I still really struggle with not living my life in that way, especially in terms of self-destructiveness. It's as if it's my default, and I constantly need to be exposed to opposing rhetoric. And even in those cases, I'll sometimes still refuse said rhetoric. Right now I'm fantasizing about possibly in the future embracing a woman that I was fortunate to match and talk with today, there's a positive thought.
 

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Sounds like you're working toward being the person you know you can be. It's frustrating that this takes time...for all of us. But it's a solid goal.
 
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