Like a dog to its vomit...

Once I've slipped once, I keep doing it. It's not always a conscious thing (though often it is); it's just that, having spent even a few minutes skimming the porn pages of the internet, a stack of fresh images are crowding into my mind. And they keep surfacing.

Sometimes they'll lure me back into the world of porn. Other times they will just lead me to mb, just in the hope it will get my mind off stuff. But all the time they are corrupting my mind, distracting me from what I should be thinking about, and just making me a big fat lust-monster.

What I'm trying to say is, that since slipping last week, I've struggled hugely to get back on the straight and narrow. And I have failed repeatedly.

The annoying thing is, I know that I can do it. I know I don't need this crap; I definitely don't need to keep coming along here to tell my faithful readers I've been doing porn again. But the part of me that wants to do it seems stronger than the part that doesn't. And the part that doesn't want to do it is struggling to find its focus again.

I know what I have to do next.