That first party where all the pledges are missing, and basement door is locked. TFM.

I have deleted all of my porn. I have deleted a collection of pictures and videos that I built over the course of years. Holy grails that I scoured the web for, and at one time considered priceless; videos that I never even watched, but rather downloaded as part of a mass porn gathering streak. I deleted pictures that sluts uploaded, doing things that I told them to do. Folders that I took the time to organize were indiscriminately sent to the recycle bin. Untold days worth of searching, downloading and organizing were undone in a matter of minutes, and on the spur of the moment. It’s not something that I contemplated, it was not premeditated or debated in my head. I didn’t do it out of fear of discovery, or out of some spark of morality. I’m not actually sure of exactly why I did it. But I must say, after it was all done, I had a brief moment of satisfaction. I’m going to stop looking at porn, and I am going to stop gratifying myself. There was something curiously pleasing in destroying my porn collection. I think it’s because with all the chaos and uncertainty in my life, this is one thing I had control over. I took control of it, I destroyed my porn collection and I have no regrets. I’m about positive this will not negatively affect me in any way and it will reduce the craziness in my head…
Or will it?