Here is a funny story.

Dear Fapstronaughts,

My name is Alex and I’m going to let you all in on a little storie.

June 17th 2018, I left my house with nothing but a packed bag and the intention of being dead, or maybe that was the pills playing tricks on my mind. What? It was the perfect way to escape imperfection and a trapped mind. The first time I tried pills I was hooked, I felt invincible, happy and badass lmao. I now look at a suicide note that says the craziest shit ever, to me that was a perfectly normal note. It was worth fulfillment, love and tears. Accept if you’re the person looking at it then you might think otherwise, hours later Facebook posts everywhere made it seem like I had mental issues well I probably did with as much pills I took, it wasn’t enough to kill me that’s a fact. So I stayed outside walking around town staying in enclosed areas so that I couldn’t be found at the end of the day it didn’t matter everybody knew where I was at all times, for some strange reason everyone could find me, I took off in a taxi to another city probably one of the nicest most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, I thought I was finally fulfilled this was beautiful. No I was home sick. I hauled ass back home with the intention to make a come back. I wanted to die. This was because of porn because of a stupid video. If I would have died nothing would have happened. Just what the fuck will happen to people who fap 8 hours a day in the future, will they always be addicts? What will these people become. Most importantly what will the world become? I came home and I’m still addicted this year I had a 5 month streak I want to make a comeback and stay back let’s all be different from the strange people who will likely become rapists and sex offenders when they’re old.

The comeback,
Alex