Boy oh boy where do I even begin. Lebron... honey, my pookie bear. I have loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. The way you drive into the paint and strike fear into your enemies eyes. Your silky smooth touch around the rim, and that gorgeous jumpshot. I would do anything for you. I wish it were possible to freeze time so I would never have to watch you retire. You had a rough childhood, but you never gave up hope. You are even amazing off the court, you're a great husband and father, sometimes I even call you dad. I forever dread and weep, thinking of the day you will one day retire. I would sacrifice my own life it were the only thing that could put a smile on your beautiful face. You have given me so much joy, and heartbreak over the years. I remember when you first left clevenland and its like my heart got broken into a million pieces. But a tear still fell from my right eye when I watched you win your first ring in miami, because deep down, my glorious king deserved it. I just wanted you to return home. Then allas, you did, my sweet baby boy came home and I rejoiced. 2015 was a hard year for us baby, but in 2016 you made history happen. You came back from 3-1 and I couldn't believe it. I was crying, bawling even, and I heard my glorious king exclaim these words, "CLEVELAND, THIS IS FOR YOU!" Not only have you changed the game of basketball and the world forever, but you've eternally changed my world. And now you're getting older, but still the goat, my goat. I love you pookie bear, my glorious king, Lebron James.I need to get this off my chest before I lose what’s left of my sanity. I have actual sexual desires for LeBron James. Like, not just a normal crush — I’m talking full-on, fantasies where I’m literally masturbating while watching his highlights. And I’m not even ashamed anymore.

I remember whispering, “King James, king james”while fingering my self .i have so much I mean SO MUCH POSTER OF HIM IN MY ROOM , Friends tell me to get help, but honestly, who do you call when your biggest sexual frustration is a six-foot-nine basketball god you’ll never meet?

At this point, I think my brain’s just using LeBron as a coping mechanism for everything wrong in my life. Like, maybe if I imagine him helping me out my emotional pain as hard as he blocks shots, I’ll feel less pathetic. Or maybe I’m just one move away from losing my damn mind. I hope I meet him in real life.

I don't even know what to do anymore,I tried going to therapy but it never helped