Internet pornography can be one of the most psychologically damaging things in the world. This is how the process goes. I am searching for my fantasy. Oh my god, I find it. My imagination goes into overdrive. I start masturbating. I can almost feel my fantasy come to life. As soon as it feels almost real, I finish. The rush subsides. I realize how lonely I am. I feel gross and I have to clean myself. But I'm on my bed and I'm tired. I then need to forget about how frustrated I feel. So I go back online for more porn. And the cycle goes on and on ad nauseum. At the end of the day, I'm only more depressed, feel like crap, I've wasted a lot of time, and there are a host of other issues. When I'm with a girl, I can't perform cause I've fucked up my system. I'm feeding an addiction which only becomes increasingly difficult to stop with time.

What did you expect?