/lit/ - Literature

In order to pay back the debt that I owe to this world for how undeservedly well I've been treated, I must be good at something at the very least.
Yet I cannot shake the feeling that I will never be good at anything. Maybe mediocre at best. Of course, a valid argument would be that getting good requires dedication and effort, which means that it is not unattainable. But an equally valid point is the fact that because it's already permeated through my soul for so long it testifies for a grave and ultimately lethal character flaw that defines all those who fail. Those who just cry and wallow in their rotten filth, getting drunk with melodies of sly laughter. Children who chose not to man up and bear the weight.
So if I cannot be good, i do not deserve to live. The world does not need more superfluous individuals who have built imaginary castle without laying a single brick on the concrete. Bludgeoning it is.