don’t know where to start. don’t know how to start. never thought i would be as depraved as i am. i’m ashamed of what i let happen because of cravings.
there’s no one to confide in because i fear being judged. even i am judging myself for what i did, what more if people actually knew what had happened.
i just can’t put in writing. it seems more real if i did.
it’s easy to think you’re better than most when you haven’t been placed in a situation that tempts you, enticing you with the things you long to have.
it feels like an addiction. it is in a way.
i need something to distract me.
we’re all on the hunt for something in life. when we wake up, we hope for a good day. at work, we seek more money, more power. at the mall, we search for the best deal.
i need to stop hunting. especially for the things in life that give me temporary pleasure but kills me inside in the long run.