Maybe i have bi polar or maybe my hamster is on fucking coke 24/7. I cannot go a day without taking some type of stimulant or depressant, whether it’s nicotine or alcohol. I have gone months without touching my dick, and i have gone months beating off to porn every night. Some weeks i lift hard some weeks i take naps. I’m sick of selling myself short. I hate myself for trying to make things work instead of making things happen. I wish i was the man i know i could be, but i’m not. and even though i have faith i will make it there one day, it seems like the hamster will never just fucking die. i want to murder the hamster so badly, but it always rationalizes that skipped back day today, that jerk off session, that white lie so i can play video games. It’s just fucking got to me. i have challenges in life i desperately need to overcome, why am i slacking on them? Why is it so hard to tell your family “no i can’t spend time with you because IM ON MY FUCKING GRIND”... they love me, yeah, and the only way for me to show “love” back is to give up my time that i should be spending overcoming my challenges by sitting on the couch with them. I need help brothers this is fucking pathetic.
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