Unless...

What if you just decided to stop hiding from yourself? What if, instead of waking up and desperately diving on the first dick you see, you take a long hard look in the mirror instead? You know you won't like what you see...how could you after what you allowed to be done to yourself last night...and worse...what you allowed yourself to do to others? Maybe it would be better to go back to being a brainless bimboi after all?

No.

That's the easy way out.

Your victims deserve better than that. They deserve all your efforts in repairing even a fraction of the damage you've done to their lives. Maybe, if you can do that, maybe you'll deserve better than nothingness and despair too.

You tentatively step over slumbering sissies and creep past **** creeps to make your way to the restroom. Luckily, everyone is too wasted to wake up when you close and lock the door behind you and start the shower. You step inside and feel your shell of caked cum crack and start to slough off and slide down your body, swirling down the drain. You almost feel like your sins are being washed away, and you'll be reborn anew...and then you remember the 'reborn' bimbois you're responsible for.

You sent six lives spiraling down the drain and now what...you're going to take a shower and look in the mirror and somehow fix things? How are you supposed to save six lost souls when you can't even live your own life without fucking it up? You always seem right on the verge of getting your shit together and then you go and throw it all away because you get scared of life and hiding is easier. Why even bother looking in the mirror? You know what you'll see...a scared...spoiled...sniveling ...selfish...sissy...slut...

Why not just crawl back into the pile and keep hiding deeper and deeper in the darkness?