Day -2: 2 nights before war

2 years is a substantial amount of time.

2 years of humiliating failure? Absurdly unacceptable.

Have I not grown? Have I not changed?

Will I adapt and improvise as my time on this world lengthens?

The answer is yes. Yes, I have. And yes, I will.

I am still young. And time is still on my side.

I will invent, create and learn.

Do I burst out my essence like a maniac in order to fully satiate my lust through the span of a month?

No fuckin way, I acknowledge my limitation. Even the intense breakage of my pickle wouldn't extinguish a month's accumulation of horniness.

That narrows the options down to immense precision.

Independence.

Self Control.

Determination.

These are qualities I require.

In essence, it all depends on my soul.

My mind.

My heart.

I believe I have honed them enough to sustain this brutal month.

Good Luck to all.