07-01-2012, 10:35 AM
Today I had to put on the bands... Right now I'm staring at a stained towel and scissors. Am I really this weak? Or strong enough to stare at the scissors and say 'No, I can't... I won't... Please go away'. The vicious cycle of depression; happy -> see really cute guy -> think about him and all the other cute guys and your crush -> come to reality of actually being gay and its not going to change -> depression sets in -> only form of release that's not cutting, masturbarion and porn -> temporary release -> shame and guilt set in for looking at porn and masturbating -> the devils begin to dance. Then if you don't cave to the devils it starts all over again in a few days. (This is the cycle for being gay and porn, there's a lot more)
I don't know which is harder; telling yourself you're okay or pretending you're okay.
But today I won... I won the battle
I put the scissors away. But is it still consider a victory if I don't feel quite ready to take the bands off?
I don't know which is harder; telling yourself you're okay or pretending you're okay.
But today I won... I won the battle
