A few days ago I relapsed. And every single day since, as soon as I'm conscious, whether my eyes are open or not, I'm attacked. Lustful thoughts bombard me and my body responds in kind. Seconds tick by and suddenly the battle is entirely over, as quick as it began.
I have a feeling that getting to day 100 will be extremely difficult this time around. I could list endless reasons why I should be doing better. Quite simply, I'm not. It's inexcusable. I don't want sympathy or pity. I want someone to kick my butt and make me do better.
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