I'm a funny guy, but I've got a serious problem: I'm addicted to sex. It's on my mind constantly, a non-stop loop of fantasies and cravings. It affects everything—my conversations, my work, even the way I look at people. My sense of humor often becomes a shield, a way to deflect from the intensity of my thoughts, but it’s a temporary fix.
This isn't about being in love or wanting a deep connection; it’s a compulsive need that feels out of my control. I'm always chasing the next encounter, the next high, and it leaves me feeling empty afterward. The chase is exhausting, and I know I need to find a way to break free from this cycle, but the urge feels impossible to resist.