I like undressing girls with my eyes. I like imagining I took her home, pretending she’s my wife, Trying to justify the issue that’s destroying my life. All I think about is sex in any form I can find.
It’s scary how I often feel so far from grace. It’s inescapable temptation, and my thoughts, they race. I’m ashamed of the ideas that my mind creates. Are you ashamed that you can relate?
Because these pornography addictions make a billion-dollar business; Since we’re all too weak to fight our urges, we’ve been telling women That they’re merely entertainment and otherwise just useless. There must be more to life and love than lusting over images.