If she wasn’t a w****, I wouldn’t have relapsed. She tempted me with her t******. She shoulda known better that putting her t*** on the internet would drive me insane and that I would absolutely see them and j******* hundreds of times to them until I go completely insane and can’t get off to much else, that’s her fault. Then I got desensitised and wanted more explicit stuff, and that’s when I started f****** with y’all to get her to make some actual p***. She shoulda been mindful of me and just kept her clothes on, or gone completely down the pornstar route. by half assing it and trying to have the best of both worlds(art and p***) you created a f****** monster who will patiently stalk you to the end of Earth and Time, or until he gets a g************ and some p****.