/lit/ - Literature

>>11402382
>books for this feel
try holderlin's hyperion

I've felt that way for a while now. I mostly try to repress it, making it turns inward to form clots of undigested doubt, I vacillate between intense empathy on one hand, and some disgust towards myself and the various patheticism I inwardly partake in. The ouward ineffability turns into what I understand to be arrogance. The originality or authenticity of any such expereiences as is profoundly religious, elevating or plainly emotional flips into a disgust at my own yearning of second-degree fetishistic hedonism, or the vanity of it all.

This makes it all cool down, and every little annoyance you feel from anyone else makes it all turn into some flat, generalized "No One Cares". And it's the truth, no one really cares. That's why you ultimately need God.