I’ve been noticing it growing lately, getting even more pronounced. But I think I might be addicted to strip clubs. Everything I watch on TV is shit to me now. Every movie is fucking terrible and corny as fuck. Watching sports, why am i watching other dudes have fun? Even music doesn’t do it for me like it used too.
The only thing I think about and the only that matters is going to the strip club. The only thing I get excited about.
The problem I can’t go 24/7 I would trust me if I could but I need more money. This has been my mind of late
Pussy,Money, Money, Pussy,Pussy, Money, Money, Pussy, Pussy, Money, Pussy etc. that’s it.
I need more money and more pussy in my life. And I need it fucking now. And tommorow. And the rest of forever. When I’m work or sleeping all it is to me is waiting to go to the fucking strip club. When friends and and CoWorkers speak to me all the saying to me “not pussy” and “not money” unless they specifically telling me instructions to attain one of those two things.
It’s starting to affect the rest of my life, As in draining the joy out of every other aspect outside the strip club. Maybe it’s the penalty for having too much fun, where it just fucks up fun forever.
Has anybody else dealt with this in anyway? And how did you handle it?

