Name: Natalie. Age: Sixteen Nationality: British, but African Heritage. Live in London, yadayadayada. Problem: Masturbation, yeah; shoot me please. Ever since I was around, 13, I met pornography and its been ... Ugh. ITS BEEN UGH! That's a good way to describe it, don't you think? UGGGHHHHHH! I promised someone I wouldn't swear, but its been absolute Poo. Crap. Rubbish. Sodding bloody balls. It's literally really horrible. Help. Now I'm a pretty religious child. I REALLY want to go to heaven. I mean, I REALLY REALLY REALLY want to go because I REALLY want to tell Abraham how much of a boss he is! Come on, don't tell me what he did wasn't cool! It was beyond cool, IT WAS FRAGGIN AWESOMENESS SUPREME! I'm pretty sure if God told my mum to slaughter me on a slab of stone, they'd have a massive row! There are a lot of people I want to meet, a lot of things I want to see and do. Blah Blah Blah yada yada onto the problem. This masturbation problem has become a near addiction. Two months ago, I asked God to give me will power to resist this temptation because I realized after 3 years of trying to stop by myself, it wouldn't work on my own. Two months ago I asked God for help, miraculously, fighting off these temptations became much easier. Until a few days ago. It just happened, and the minute I did it, I cried my eyes out whilst searching 'JESUS HELP ME' on Google and this came up. The reason why I'm really scared is because I KNOW masturbation is a sin, but I keep doing it anyway and that is REALLY REALLY BAD because that means I am deliberately disobeying God. I KNOW when I die, God is going to flip his ... Uh, flip his stuff. And if he's not furious, he'll do something like send me to hell. A world without a God is... its like... Its not worth it. Its not even worth living, if you ask me. I'd rather be dead, than not have God. Sound a little harsh? Meh, that is just me. I have friends, I have family, I have a life I want to live and all that jazz. But GOD is above all of that, he is the Alpha and Omega. Who gives a sod about material things when you have an awesome spirit that allowing you to breathe? God's my DAD. Yeah, I have a step Dad and a real Dad, but God is the REAL REAL DAD. A real budding Dad that actually cares. I want God to look at me and when he does, I want him to be able to see the love I have for people, the love I have for everyone, the respect I give. I want God to look at me and see how much I tried to impress, see how much I love him. I really do love him. Then, hopefully I'll get a hug. And it'll be the best hug in the universe. It'll be the greatest hug, EVER. It'll be like... like... it'll be unfathomable.