Shower_Taker
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It's getting to the point where I can't try and masturbate without spending a good half an hour just trying to shake off the depression that rushes in before commencing. I just look at all these beautiful women and the mere sight is crushing; the thought of me ever having a chance to experience anything with a woman is so foreign that I can't stand to look at porn without feeling immense self loathing.
Does anybody else experience something similar to this? It's worrying because this might just be one step short of the final stage of depression, when mere consciousness feels like hell. I mean, if you can't even get a rush from the thought of an orgasm, probably one of the most basic forms of relief found in nature and throughout history, then I can only infer that this stage of depression must be really advanced...
Does anybody else experience something similar to this? It's worrying because this might just be one step short of the final stage of depression, when mere consciousness feels like hell. I mean, if you can't even get a rush from the thought of an orgasm, probably one of the most basic forms of relief found in nature and throughout history, then I can only infer that this stage of depression must be really advanced...