.11 depression and desire

I’m depressed, in a rut, bored or whatever. I’m depressed. Outside of the dull repetition of life I’m stuck with my imagination- my perverted mind. The permanent sweat patches stain my bed from lack of sleep and masturbation… at least three times a day. I can’t stop… I’m perverted. I’m depressed. I crave the touch… Continue reading .11 depression and desire