/lit/ - Literature

I've finally came to accept the truth, that my short stories will never get any better, that my poetry will be bland always and my novel will never take off, all am I left is with broken ideas, disjunct thoughts, little correlation, little to no plot, a tint of existentialism and nothing else, therefore I will only write stream of conciousness existentialism with no purpose at all, and will write it for no one to read, nothing original or complex at all, just another broken mind writing down the echos of half awake conciousness whenever stimulated.

By the way I lost(how did I?) my girls/lit folder, the one with girls and books on it, pictures, lots of them, it sucks. (It had some mara green on it)