It’s nearly three in the morning and I just finished berjerking the gerk. I felt good. I felt orgasmic. I feel like such a loser. I do it every night around this time. As I type this, my brother is sleeping in his bed whilst I lie on the floor covered in man juice. It’s gross. It’s not right. It’s a problem, an addiction. It’s gotten to the point where I’m not even functioning correctly. I’m a horny asshole who’s mean to his girlfriend. For fuck sakes, she’s sleeping over and I’m still doing it! What the fuck’s wrong with me?

I’ve got to stop. I will stop. I can. There’s is a lot more to life to explore and I won’t be able to do any of that shit if I just waste my time in front of a bright screen, flashing nudie pictures in a dark room. What the fuck’s wrong with me?

I’m done. I’m done. I’m fucking done.

2:51 AM. Wednesday. 11 November 2009

Happy Veterans Day.