Reason why I'm just on day 2:
It was a Friday 2 days ago and was another day wasted. I literally had no motivation to do anything other than eat, fap, and read up light novels.
It wasn't till night time that I could tell I was fucked. I just kept thinking thoughts like "I don't feel like it" "I don't care" and what not and then just heard a tiny shrieking voice inside my head that past this was the point of no return.
If I went any further, that's it. Keplut. I could kiss my sorry ass good bye.
Cuz the tiny voice wasn't just one part of me. It was my reason, my fear, my willpower, and my passion all screaming 'wake up' and I could barley hear it.
Hell, when I noticed it, I wasn't even panicking. I was seriously considering to just shrug it off and keep fapping.
I don't even know WHY I decided not to, or how I even managed to get out of bed and seriously convinced myself to stop and go to church today.
It's really difficult to just sit here infront of my laptop, pick up my Wacom styus and just keep doing art. After every few seconds, I can't help but try and look around the internet and what not. Fuck me, this is hard.
I'm also holding off on listening to music as I'm afraid that's also releasing dopamine inside my head.