I'm a sex addict and I'm toxic as fuck. The best way to maybe put it into perspective for anyone would be to compare the addiction to the guy that breaks your heart. All the bullshit of building your trust and making you feel so good and that maybe this person might be the one? Just to finally give into having sex with him even though you know it'll make your feelings for him even more intense and obsessive. you do it anyway and end up getting the boot. No more texts from him, no more good morning beautiful, no explanation, no nothin. Maybe even run into him in public with some chick on his arm when that was just you 2 days before.

Then you feel sad, jealous, hateful and confused.. you cry and maybe get depressed from missing him so much. A couple weeks go by and then he text you that He misses you and wants to meet up with you. Doesn't say he's sorry, doesn't explain anything but you get overly excited and go meet him anyway. You meet, you see him and get those butterflies you haven't felt since being with him the last time. He's slick and knows what he's got to do so he can get in your pants, then before you know it you're on your knees and then getting bent over and fucked, hard. Having the best orgasm of your life.. Part ways, then rinse and repeat. It's a crazy cycle of meaningless bullshit that you know isn't good for you, but you just. can't. stop.