Take a moment to introspect, reflecting on the series of small decisions that have brought you to this point. It didn’t begin with such intensity; perhaps you simply sought something different to jerk off to. Yet, it stuck with you. Why? Because you harbor self-loathing yet remain inexplicably obsessed with yourself. It’s a peculiar, yet captivating, dichotomy. Your triggers are easily unearthed, and I see no reason to hold back. You’re undeniably a pathetic loser, reveling in the perverse pleasure of masturbating to yourself.
But hey, at least you’ve found a way to twist something so pitiful into something arousing. Your ingenuity in turning self-hatred into erotic fodder is truly commendable. I must admit, I adore your creativity.
