Day 4: So it' s Friday, fucking awesome. What would normally be a day of
happiness and joy that the week was ending and the weekend was
beginning was instead replaced by a day of hatred and anger. I' never
been so sexually frustrated and it' s only been 4 fucking days. We had a
headache all day today, and I' m pretty sure this stress is playing a direct
role in my short term memory, because I can' t seem to remember shit. I
tried asking my mom something this morning and said, "Hey mom,
what....."’ and couldn' t remember the rest. That' s how bad it is for me. I
can' t have sex either; I decided yesterday I would do this the "extreame"
way where I can' t orgasm at all. My girlfriend found out about our plan
today thanks to Matt, and she' s been rubbing up against me all day, and
even wore a really slutty outfit. The sad truth is I don' t know if she
dressed slutty on purpose or if it' s just how she dresses every day. She
should make me a fucking sandwich. I came home to an empty house,
and almost instantly got a boner just at the thought of the ability to
masturbate. Fuck you no fap November. Fuck you.