Letter to myself:

You are a sick twisted pathetic being. Your are weak, you have no will power and you have no control. You are a slave to porn, you have been for years. How do you expect to live the life we want to live with this crap in our lives. I cannot be the man I want to be when these thoughts, images and ideas are in my head. You are ruining my life, you are holding me back from growing stronger mentally and spiritually. I cannot stand the thought of you, I honestly hate you with all my heart. I have a family I need to take care of and I am rotting because of you. You are a worthless piece.

Letter from my sex addict:

I know you hate me and I know you don’t want me in your life. What I don’t understand is you feel that way but you always come back for more, no matter how long you have been with out, the desire is always there. You want that high you crave, I’m always here waiting. I will always be here in your ear. In your head whispering in your mind to come and play. I will take advantage of your most vulnerable moments. Whenever you are sad, mad, anxious, depressed, or tired I will always be there to make you feel better, I’ll never give up on you. Never