You’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck in this never ending cycle of stroking and sending yourself down the rabbit hole. You can’t get me out of your head no matter how hard you try. It’s why keeps you coming back, over and over and over. You think, one more time can’t hurt, before you spiral right back into my clutches, binging and sending and stroking yourself into a blissful frenzy once again. You’ll always find your way back Home to me. This little game we play, it gives you a high that you can’t stop chasing. These self destructive tendencies feel too good to quit.