I'm addicted to Porn and I couldn't care less

I'm addicted to Porn. I know it. My Family knows it. My Friends know it. I've known it my entire life. It's who I am. I spend all of my time lurking in the shadows, waiting for my next fix.<br><br>I've lost count of how many times it has saved my life. When my mother was crying in the bed at night, I was there to comfort her. Her cries turned to moans as I plugged my dick into her ass.<br><br>When my Father was angry and beat me in my room, I'd run down to the basement and cum over pictures of my future wife.<br><br>Samantha was the one that got away. We found each other in College and fell in love. After our first date, I proposed to her. We had our first kiss at our Wedding. I was happy, but she was very sad. She was never happy. She cried every night and I did my best to comfort her. When I found out she was pregnant, I was overjoyed. We had a boy and a girl. I was so proud. I was proud to be a Father.<br><br>The night it happened, I was in my room when I heard the Pop. I ran down the stairs and found out I was too late. It took me a minute to figure out what was going on, but the Cops told me after they took Samantha away that my children died that night. I was sad for a moment, but the Porn was there for me. It held me through all of my tough times. I still talk to my Father about it. I tell him that I was addicted to Porn, and he tells me that I'm strong and that I can beat it. But I don't want to beat it. I love Porn. It's the best thing that has ever happened to me. Every time I use it, I feel no pain. I feel like I can fly.<br><br>Edit: It's Porn. Not porn.