/lit/ - Literature

Every time I think I'm over my ex it comes back heavy. We went all of Covid only to break up once lockdown began to be loosened. Reading our old messages makes me realise what a fucking dick I was. I fucked it, I completely and utterly fucked it now all I have is memories of how I fucked it up. I was with a genuine angel of a woman and I fucked it.

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>Ooh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'
>I don't know where I'll be tomorrow
>Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'

>Find box full of little momentos of things I did/liked when I was 19-21.
>Remember my personality back then
>Remember how different I was energy wise
>Even the way I dressed
>I still like every single one of those things but can't enjoy them the same way for some reason.
>Panic as I think how in 5 years when I'm 30 how different I'll be to the point my current self might be disgusted
What the fuck is this emotion and has anything been written about it? Jung? Freud? Anyone? It's like nostalgia but not long enough ago to feel that way. It's like my personality has been diluted in some aspects and hyper concentrated in others. For example I loved playing guitar, learning new songs etc when I was 19-23 or so and even wrote some of my own (pure shit but still) but now when I play I just don't feel the same way, like I'm constantly blueballed on the edge of passion or something and this for everything. I haven't lost interest so I don't know what's going on.
/blogpost

Everything is fleeting. Nothing lasts long. I am sad. Book?

(Jannies please don’t deleted this thread because I’m going to bed now and I want to read the replies when I wake up.)