/lit/ - Literature

I'm an awful writer. If I begin saying “I'm a great writer” will that really change anything? Experience says it won't. I'm an awful nigger too. I can't fucking help this. I'm going to grow into something I don't want. There's nothing I can fucking do about it. I will never be satisfied. Even if I got the things I want I won't fucking be satisfied. This is such a fucking sham. This is the worst. There's never been anything worse. I can't even remember what I did today, why I did it. It's a wonder I get out of bed and do things. I'm only trying to satisfy some sick sad little animal that lives inside me. It's like a two legged puppy that can't stop vomiting. People will only like it to a point.

I have no best friend anymore. I don't know who's detached. All I know is the airlock's been sealed and I'm sober but I feel fucked up. This is the language of our times. It's fucking atrocious, it's ugly, it's bold, it's fierce, it doesn't really go anywhere. I don't go anywhere. After two weeks, every place becomes the same. I can't believe that anybody feeds off of motion.

A memory, Nicholas and I swimming against the tide. That tide whipping so fast, moving so much water. We're clutching the sand and feeling the current grow stronger in our resistance of it. Trying to swim against it. I don't think I've had as much fun since. Maybe that's just what I'm missing. I've been trying to flow and squeeze myself in but I'm just being washed away with the rest of the constantly washing away masses. I won't go near that ocean. I can't

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Good work, OP.