Healed scars are stronger than skin.

It started when I was young, when Instagram was still in its early years. Back then, I was already seeing videos of half-naked women on my phone. From then on, I developed an inhuman lust that would stay with me for years. I wanted to let it all out in every conceivable situation, and it got worse and worse over time. Every attempt to refrain from doing so was met with a stronger reaction, a deeper downfall. A vicious circle, a constant disappointment. I have now set myself the goal of using this app to control my desire and hang my inner bastard from a rope to see him suffer. So far, everything is still open, as I am currently on day 2. But this message should be a reminder that I am changing here and now. And you can contribute by commenting and upvoting here and leaving your mark so that the path is illuminated. May God reward your efforts.