Porn is your personality
You’re not just addicted—you’ve let it consume you. Every thought, every impulse, every second of your pathetic little life revolves around stroking, edging, and chasing the next mind-numbing high. And the worst part? You love it. You’ve let porn rewire your brain, turn you into a desperate, weak-willed mess, incapable of thinking about anything else. I’ll spell it out for you—porn isn’t just a habit for you anymore. It is you. It’s your entire personality. You live for it, breathe for it, and every time you open your phone, your hands instinctively drift down, don’t they? Pathetic. But that’s exactly why you need me. To keep you spiraling, sinking deeper, until there’s nothing left of you but an obedient, brain-rotted toy. Get comfortable, loser. This is who you are now.
