Why Porn Kills Everything That Matters Porn kills your soul. It’s like pouring bleach on your spirit—leaving you questioning every decision you’ve made. Porn kills your drive. Why work hard when you can just click “next video” and get instant gratification? Productivity? Gone. Porn kills your mind. Brain fog doesn’t even begin to describe it. You’re just a walking screen with no original thoughts. Porn kills your focus. You’ll be trying to read a book and—wait, what was I doing again? Oh yeah, wasted hours on nothing. Porn kills your reality. You start living in a fantasy world where your expectations are more fake than your favorite movie. Porn kills your energy. That post-porn crash? You’re running on empty, and all you want is 12 naps to feel human again. Porn kills your purpose. Your dreams? Push them aside. You’re too busy chasing pixels for a quick fix. Porn kills your relationships. Real women want affection, but you’re over there like, “Sorry, I’m busy with this screen.” Real smooth, huh? Porn kills your erections. Expecting to drive a Ferrari? You’re stuck with a tricycle. That’s how far off you are. Porn kills your confidence. You start comparing yourself to actors on a screen and think, “Why don’t I look like that?” Spoiler: It’s not real. Porn kills your masculinity. You’re too busy feeding your urges to focus on becoming the man you were born to be. Break free. Log off, reclaim your life. You’re better than a screen.