/lit/ - Literature

>>19086167
3/4 of my bros dropped out of school but I chose to take my studies seriously. My only respite in life, at this point, was studying maths in solitude and lifting weights.
Even though I was ridiculously ripped, my acne was really bad and thus(ly) I withdrew from people and the world at large.
I found my new place in books, video games, fitness, and programming. Unfortunately, I grew more eccentric and lost the ability to converse with people.
Even my bros...
It pains me greatly to write it but: I admit I was a loser!


It was agonising to unsuccessfully remember my teenage years- I thought weed was making me schizophrenic. Why could I not remember
4 years of my life adequately? Why am I a loser?
Only after reading crime and punishment (about a 7 months ago) did I piece together all the fragments, which I gradually uncovered.
I shall continue to read Nietzsche and never look in bad light against myself and my actions.
I am incredibly grateful to have fucked a beautiful woman with utter confidence in the ass whenever we could (maybe I will go into the glorious details) and have the friends I did.
After rediscovering the truth, I harbour no regrets. I take solace in my past. Only the appetite for life that I have rediscovered remains in my mind.
I will go into details at a later date, coomers. Feel free to ask questions.
Onward and upwards, my friends!