I just don’t know what to do anymore. All I think about when I’m in bed at home is SI. If I should, how I should, with what i should do it with. Just everything. It’s like is consuming me. Like it’s the only temporary satisfaction that I have. Ugh. I hate it. I hate being such a disappointment to the one person that knows about it. It hurts him so much to know that I do. And yet, I still can’t stop. What’s wrong with me? :*(