There's a monster inside of me.
It's the personification of all my flaws.
It represents arrogance, self-centeredness, weak-willedness, greed, gluttony, everything wrong with my character.
Every day he tags along. He tells me I don't matter, that I can't get anything done, that I'm worthless. He portrays the world as an inescapable hell of pain and suffering, in which hope and goodwill are like droplets in an ocean of misery. I let "it" take over. And I let my world rot away in those delusions. Over and over again. Not fighting back. It makes me hate myself.
It chooses indifference over hope. Selfishness over kindness. Short-term pleasure over fulfillment. It's an idiot. But it succeeds. Because it leaves me to deal with the consequences of its actions.
It leaves me to deal with the dread. With the self-hatred. The shame. The regrets. And it lets me think that I'm responsible. And I blame myself.
Admittedly, it's right.
This is my fault. By not fighting back, I'm letting it be me.
I've never handled well things being my fault.
I just want to crawl in a corner and cry.
Except that's precisely what it wants.
And I've lost the war. Because i was too weak.
What was it? Porn. i've been addicted to this crap for years. it sucked the life out of me. Because of it I'm lonely and unlikable. It turned me into someone i hate.
I've been trying to get a hold of this addiction for years but i just keep giving in again and again. I blame myself for it. I made the conscious choice to watch porn for the first time when i was 11. I accidentally found a porn website and i came back to it out of curiosity. What a mistake. Those have been the worst 6 years of my life.
I don't think there's hope for me anymore. I've been addicted for too long. I'm corrupted beyond repair. When you masturbate a lot it starts getting less pleasurable. So you have to be more... creative... i guess i could put it that way. I've done some pretty f*cked up things for self-pleasure. I don't wanna get inappropriate so i won't talk about it in detail, but it's bad... During the day i'm a nobody. During the night, when no one is looking, i'm a freak. No one knows about my porn addiction. Or maybe the internet companies that spy on us, or the FBI. But fuck them.
I wonder what my life could have been like. As a CS student, I've made some pretty cool projects. I've made an app 30k people downloaded. I've always loved solving problems using computers. Sometimes it just so happens that millions of people have the same problem as you. Be the first one to solve it, and congrats, you made the world a better place. That's what I wanted to dedicate my life to. But i'm too weak.
I mean, I want to live, I want to do things... but.. why does it have to be so hard.. To pull yourself together, especially in tough times... I believe it's passion that allows us to do it. When you care about something so much that you can spend sleepless night working... I've felt that many times before.
A few months ago, in my university, there was a contest. We had to optimize a C program to make it at fast as possible. I was passionate about it, I spent countless hours on it, and I won the contest. Passion in what i do led me to success. And I had so much fun doing it i didn't even think about porn for a while.
But lately I haven't been feeling passionate about anything at all.
I feel like I'm loosing my grip on reality actually. I feel like nothing is real and I don't care about anything anymore.
I've considered killing myself before but never to this extent.
I feel like i need to decide now. Whether there will be a tomorrow or not. I've already prepared farewell messages to my few close friends. I know people will mourn me but I don't feel it's enough to keep me alive.
I came to this forum, because I... don't want to involve any of my close friends. I don't want to force them to worry about me. Here the dynamic is different. You've read this because you wanted to. You can answer or not, that's up to you. You don't have to feel involved as you don't know who I am. So it's less of a strain.
It's the personification of all my flaws.
It represents arrogance, self-centeredness, weak-willedness, greed, gluttony, everything wrong with my character.
Every day he tags along. He tells me I don't matter, that I can't get anything done, that I'm worthless. He portrays the world as an inescapable hell of pain and suffering, in which hope and goodwill are like droplets in an ocean of misery. I let "it" take over. And I let my world rot away in those delusions. Over and over again. Not fighting back. It makes me hate myself.
It chooses indifference over hope. Selfishness over kindness. Short-term pleasure over fulfillment. It's an idiot. But it succeeds. Because it leaves me to deal with the consequences of its actions.
It leaves me to deal with the dread. With the self-hatred. The shame. The regrets. And it lets me think that I'm responsible. And I blame myself.
Admittedly, it's right.
This is my fault. By not fighting back, I'm letting it be me.
I've never handled well things being my fault.
I just want to crawl in a corner and cry.
Except that's precisely what it wants.
And I've lost the war. Because i was too weak.
What was it? Porn. i've been addicted to this crap for years. it sucked the life out of me. Because of it I'm lonely and unlikable. It turned me into someone i hate.
I've been trying to get a hold of this addiction for years but i just keep giving in again and again. I blame myself for it. I made the conscious choice to watch porn for the first time when i was 11. I accidentally found a porn website and i came back to it out of curiosity. What a mistake. Those have been the worst 6 years of my life.
I don't think there's hope for me anymore. I've been addicted for too long. I'm corrupted beyond repair. When you masturbate a lot it starts getting less pleasurable. So you have to be more... creative... i guess i could put it that way. I've done some pretty f*cked up things for self-pleasure. I don't wanna get inappropriate so i won't talk about it in detail, but it's bad... During the day i'm a nobody. During the night, when no one is looking, i'm a freak. No one knows about my porn addiction. Or maybe the internet companies that spy on us, or the FBI. But fuck them.
I wonder what my life could have been like. As a CS student, I've made some pretty cool projects. I've made an app 30k people downloaded. I've always loved solving problems using computers. Sometimes it just so happens that millions of people have the same problem as you. Be the first one to solve it, and congrats, you made the world a better place. That's what I wanted to dedicate my life to. But i'm too weak.
I mean, I want to live, I want to do things... but.. why does it have to be so hard.. To pull yourself together, especially in tough times... I believe it's passion that allows us to do it. When you care about something so much that you can spend sleepless night working... I've felt that many times before.
A few months ago, in my university, there was a contest. We had to optimize a C program to make it at fast as possible. I was passionate about it, I spent countless hours on it, and I won the contest. Passion in what i do led me to success. And I had so much fun doing it i didn't even think about porn for a while.
But lately I haven't been feeling passionate about anything at all.
I feel like I'm loosing my grip on reality actually. I feel like nothing is real and I don't care about anything anymore.
I've considered killing myself before but never to this extent.
I feel like i need to decide now. Whether there will be a tomorrow or not. I've already prepared farewell messages to my few close friends. I know people will mourn me but I don't feel it's enough to keep me alive.
I came to this forum, because I... don't want to involve any of my close friends. I don't want to force them to worry about me. Here the dynamic is different. You've read this because you wanted to. You can answer or not, that's up to you. You don't have to feel involved as you don't know who I am. So it's less of a strain.