/lit/ - Literature

>>11360249
Life is peaceful for me when I imagine how I have so many physical illnesses, cant have drivers licence and how ugly I am. It sure is peaceful when I think about the time I am unemployed in my 26, the prime of life when it is supposed to be the easiest to get a job and how I finished masters with no debt but no way of using it and how all my former classmates have good jobs somehow throw connections and lead happy lives and are getting married or have long lasting happy relationships and good supportive parents. I am grateful for the feeling that the only thing that makes me not suicide is philosophy which I am only a reader because I am incompetent and boring which probably is the reason I lost my only friend.