Letter to myself:

I see you in the shadows haunting me every night, torturing me during the day. I see the way you sneer every time I say I’ll do better next time. I hear the lies you plant inside my head from morning to evening. But I’m through with them. I’m through with you. You’re no longer welcome in my mind, heart, and soul. You’ve done enough damage. It’s time to pack your bags and leave. I’m done masturbating every spare second and sneaking in little doses of porn when I’m home alone or in private places. So get up and out. Oh yes, I hear you in the back of my head right now laughing at my letter and saying I’m just going to fail again. Well, let me put it clearly, I’m done with.
Yours truly, the free Brandon.

Letter from my sex addict:

Ha, you can’t beat me. I’m unstoppable. Your few scribbles over there don’t bother me the least bit. I’m staying and you can’t stop me. I hope you feel ashamed of your futile attempt at stopping me. I am master you are servant.
From, the ever tightening chains