While gooning
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Post nut clarity
Dear Diary,
I have come to the realization that I am my own worst enemy. For what feeds a mans desires also slowly kills himself. Not just his self in terms of his shell, but all that he is and would ever stand for.
I have no desires anymore for the comfort of a woman’s embrace and no longer day dream about a home filled with the sounds of children playing. I can no longer smell the sweet smell of holiday feasts or hear the sound of laughter from two families joined as one.
My own bed is a prison, I its prisoner. My connection to the world is the needle that feeds heroin into my veins. I fear I can no longer make or feel connections of any kind beyond those blissful 15 minutes of self gratification.
If it makes you feel any better, the fapping doesnt entirely disappear post marriage.
Maybe you reach the point where a fap is just a thing you do every day or once a while, like a routine activity like taking out the trash, taking a shower, exercising.