After Greg's disgusting demise he felt himself being burned with white light. He dissolved and then he came to...
"I unswear ..." thought Greg in the midst of a giggle.
Greg gulped and then thought, "So this is where the evil begins"
Greg didn't unswear and went a week without fapping, yet he still surfed albeit more controlled.
When he got home, he became very antisocial simply staying at home and browsing. All the social gains he had made in college dissolved.
Then he fapped to degenerate things I won't mention.
The next day he experienced a profound tragedy and promised to change. He didn't.
He continued his bad habit of surfing for the next week and he began losing social progress he had made even before college. Finally things came to a head when he surfed for an entire day and became so depressed that he literally could not do anything, except send out a small cry for help on an online forum.
Greg knew he needed to change and in a logical sense knew that there was hope, but he was so depressed he had no idea what to do.
You see the big problem was that Greg was lost and therefore could not plan the future. A potential path would have been to find an area and pursue it, anything would have been better than Greg's mindless descent into the future.
The one thing that Greg carried with him was the memory of his past or alternative failure. However, Greg was headed on a path that was much worse.
This was because he at least enjoyed himself in his degenerate path to oblivion. This time, Greg would live a life of constant self-loathing.
This was because Greg always gave into the addictions he was trying to avoid, while never accomplishing his goals all while still performing average, which led Greg to misery.
You see Greg had always envisioned himself achieving greatness, but it seemed like he was on the path to mediocrity.