I have a s** addiction, and I just can’t stop offering myself to people. Nobody really takes me up on it. Some have shown themselves to me on here Internet and I like it. I like being a s***, but at the same time, I know how it will hurt them later, but I just can’t stop. I’m afraid to tell my family, even though they could probably help me, but they think I’m the one person without an addiction, and they’re so happy. I can’t ruin it for them. So, I have to sit in silence and fear that maybe someone will find out, and then my life will be more ruined than it already is. I miss the boy I love. If I had him…well, I’d be perfectly content, and I’d feel safe.