Letter to myself:
You would be surprise how much I actually don’t need or even want you.
I have everything I need here around me and with God.
Your just a remnant of my past, attached to a wound that I pick at time to time and won’t let heal.. The thought and idea that I’m not good enough, no one will ever love me so porn will do. This has been disproved time and time again and you are no comfort to my fears you just make me bleed.
Well you’ll be happy to know that I’m no longer picking at that scab again. It’s about time I focus on the good things in my life and my “friend” that’s not you.
Letter from my sex addict:
Well why am I still here?
Why are you still talking to me?