Well today I was laying in my room, feeling lonely and depressed. I started to get a hard on so i reached for my secret stash and puled out the series of nudie pics I got from the internet and rubbed one out. Later on as I browsed my collection, I started to feel guilty. It seemed to me that these pictures where the source of my loneliness and of my corruption. Almost without thinking, I opened my window and set my collection on the windowsill. I took my lighter and burned every last one (a collection of about 15-20 pics) down to a pile of ash. After I cleaned up the ashes I went downstairs, feeling sort of accomplished. But now I begin to realize that it might not of accomplished anything. What do you all think of this?
