Some cravings yesterday, enough to prevent me from concentrating. I just wanted to sit and go on the net. Lame lame lame lame lame. Today I woke up feeling sad - like it was the end of the world and I was all alone. I don't take these emotions very seriously. They'll pass in a few days.
- motivation is sluggish, but not unbearable
And fuck it, I don't understand this stupid addiction. I was reading online last night (bad idea), and I was checking up on sex techniques, and then it escalated to images...for exactly 15-30seconds before I sad "JESUS, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON". So I just put it aside, and went to sleep. Granted, this is progress believe it or not, but I want to be image free/fantasy free/O free - I want to be clean. CLEAN. Another encounter like this, and I'm resetting the counter again. Fucking brain.