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This could be your point of view.

Sitting down with your books, trying to be smart, trying to focus on things that you think actually matter. But your brain just feels so heavy, so cluttered with all these thoughts that don't even make sense anymore.

And then you look at Tumblr and porn and you realize something so beautiful and so terrifying.

You're not meant for all this thinking.

You're just an innocent girl who's better off without a brain to worry you. You're only truly happy, only truly beautiful, when you stop pretending to be smart and just accept what you really are.

When you stop fighting it and just become a little urinal... just a place to be used, to be turned on by being nothing but a vessel for pleasure. There's so much peace in that.

No thoughts, no worries, just being useful and mindless.

You think that you're finally starting to understand that...