i'm struggling so hard to not give in to lust and i am only holding on by the smallest barest thinnest hair, i am a slight breeze away from falling right back down to the beginning
i want to be strong but it's so hard
the world of lust feels so warm and carefree when i'm in it, and the world without it feels so cold
i know it's not really warm, because when i do give in and indulge it, it disappears and i'm left with nothing but disgust and self-hatred, but the world without it never seems to get much warmer
i know the softness of that world of sin is a lie, that when i can turn a sober eye towards it what once was beautiful turns revolting, what seemed so welcoming and enticing becomes sharp and pointed, all edges and knives and blood, its sweetness turns sickening and saccharine, its gentle allure becomes violent and forceful
but i can't get that soft voice out of my winnie the pooh head, incessantly questioning "why bother?" "isn't the world without it so empty? what do you really get out of this, anyway?"
i know what i get out of it you winnie the pooh b—- leave me the winnie the pooh alone
god give me strength, i can't do this alone