Shit. Today was rough...
I jerked off twice this morning. Woke up hungover, feeling like shit about getting 'rejected' by my friend I wanted to hook up with. And yeah. Felt like I failed all day. It is what it is. One slipup. Still no porn. And I just went the longest I've ever gone without MO.
Feeling a bit depressed, because I was doing so good. Anyhow. I must continue on and have faith in myself. The fear of not ever having a normal sex life is real and scary. And it's been big throughout today. But really, I've been so confident this is working, making a drastic improvement in the quality of my life and believing in the process, I won't let one hungover morning fuck it up. But take this as information of how shitty I feel, and how great I've felt for the past few weeks.
It never ceases to amaze me how therapuetic writing is for me.
I jerked off twice this morning. Woke up hungover, feeling like shit about getting 'rejected' by my friend I wanted to hook up with. And yeah. Felt like I failed all day. It is what it is. One slipup. Still no porn. And I just went the longest I've ever gone without MO.
Feeling a bit depressed, because I was doing so good. Anyhow. I must continue on and have faith in myself. The fear of not ever having a normal sex life is real and scary. And it's been big throughout today. But really, I've been so confident this is working, making a drastic improvement in the quality of my life and believing in the process, I won't let one hungover morning fuck it up. But take this as information of how shitty I feel, and how great I've felt for the past few weeks.
It never ceases to amaze me how therapuetic writing is for me.