Kels

I had a good streak going. Real good. Went 18 days without touching the goon cave. I was drinking water. I was sleeping. I remembered what my knees felt like. I looked at the sun and didn’t recoil. But last night? Last night I felt it. That itch behind the eyes. The whisper from the RGB lights I never fully unplugged. My mouse hovered over the folder labeled “Tax Documents.” It wasn’t tax documents. It was my shame, archived in HD. I thought I could just check Discord real quick. Just to see what the boys were posting in #tab-wars. Next thing I know, I’m four tabs deep, headphones on, pants off, primal mode engaged. I was gooning. Fully. Lights flickering. Desk vibrating. My reflection in the screen begging me to stop and me whispering “Just one more scroll.” My FitBit thought I was on a run. My dog left the room. And the worst part? I liked it. I liked it. Now it’s 3:12 AM, I’m sweaty, spiritually hollow, and eating dry cereal out of a measuring cup. I already texted my therapist “don’t ask.” She se