On the other hand. If you want me to forget about you and move on with my life, then just keep doing what you’ve been doing. I’ve been recovering nicely from that obsession, despite an enormous amount of stress. It helps that you haven’t given me anything worth masturbatimg to since last august when I asked you for the third set and you actually gave it to me. Only way I ever overcome obsessions is to burn out on them, and I’m burning out on your perfect t***. Once you sext with me,, we can’t just go back to this aloof pining from a distance over vanilla softcore art. I’m gonna go get high and play video games because it produces vastly more positive brain chemicals than you have in at least 2 months. You’re pretty much just a source of trauma right now. Giving me ptsd isn’t s***. I avoid trauma like the plague, that’s why I’d rather die than go to jail.