Once again, beating your fucking meat. How appalling. You know what a pathetic waste of time and money and resources this obsession is but you can't stop. You've tried. You've failed. Nobody is surprised. If only this ugly dick wasn't controlling every aspect of your worthless existence. If only. You might have amounted to something. You might be someone worth knowing. You might not be a statistic, literally one of millions in the dimly lit room with your computer screen as your shrine as you STROKE, STROKE, STROKE day in and day out. You stroke it so much you've grown to resent it. You str...

Once again, beating your fucking meat. How appalling. You know what a pathetic waste of time and money and resources this obsession is but you can't stop. You've tried. You've failed. Nobody is surprised. If only this ugly dick wasn't controlling every aspect of your worthless existence. If only. You might have amounted to something. You might be someone worth knowing. You might not be a statistic, literally one of millions in the dimly lit room with your computer screen as your shrine as you STROKE, STROKE, STROKE day in and day out. You stroke it so much you've grown to resent it. You stroke so much you've grown to hate yourself. It's not a release anymore. It's an addiction. Bask in the self-loathing and HATE FUCK yourself for ME, you little freak.