Back around 2002 or so I got my sex drive full on. Ever since then it's been both a blessing and a curse. On one hand i truly enjoy looking at and drawing naked girls. I'm intuitively atuned I guess you could say to every inch of the female body. I know how it's designed and everything, and I marvel at its craftsmanship. I honestly view it as a infinitely durable baby making machine. No little kid thinks this way yet. When you just in 5th grade or whatever, all you think about is cartoons and shit, but little did I know one day I'd be unable to keep my eyes off a pair of titties.
So I relapsed today. I'm kind of on the fence. Either I can't quit masturbating or I can. It's not like shitting. You try to hold back a shit for a week and see if you can. Try to not breath for a hour. Impossible. But yeah I have gone months without masturbating just last year, so it can't be all that impossible to stop. But good lawd is it impossible to stop.
Sigh... damn these dudes in the bathroom are annoying as hell. My father has some guys in there fixing the tub which leaks down stairs. He's a fucking retard when it comes to home repairs though, very often spending way too much on stuff that either doesn't look good or doesn't need to be done in the first place. He's always how do I put it, made weird decisions.
So I'm gonna just play star wars battlefront now. I look like a mess, all wrinkly and shit. It's the stress from the sex stuff that's causing it. We live in a world where a man has walked on the moon funny isn't it. Yet we dare not take on sexuality, cuz its like icky and nastay! eeewww
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