PIED Loser for Life
You used to get hard from a breeze. Remember that? And now look at it. Lying there. Pathetic. Half-interested at best. They have a clinical name for what you did to yourself. Porn-induced erectile dysfunction. Sounds so sterile and medical, doesn't it? Like it's a condition that just... happened to you. But we both know the truth. You DID this. Late night after late night, session after session, escalating into harder, weirder, more depraved content because vanilla stopped working years ago. And here's the part that should terrify you but WON'T because you're already too far gone: knowing all of this doesn't make you want to stop. It makes you want to go DEEPER. You're not here for a cure. There IS no cure. You're here because the diagnosis turns you on. Because hearing me explain exactly how you destroyed yourself is the only thing that makes that useless dick twitch anymore. That's the fuck, isn't it? The thing that broke you is the only thing that still works. So let's stop pretending there's a version of this where you recover. That man is gone. What's LEFT is mine. This is your life now. A flaccid dick and a screen. And me
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