The Masturbational

The urge hits me like a drug the second the stress of the day peaks. It’s a quick fix, a shot of dopamine to numb the noise. I used to think it was just about getting off, but I’m starting to see the truth: it’s a desperate grab for comfort, a moment of control in a life that feels like it’s spiraling. And I’m finally learning the difference between a private escape and a secret I’m hiding from myself. Anyway… thanks for reading.