/lit/ - Literature

Any good example that I can think of has already been posted ITT.
At this point I can only hope and pray that we receive divine intervention or one properly timed stock market apocalypse and that the horrific future of human insects is averted

At this point I would gladly risk starving or bleeding to death in a ditch following the American just-in-time, held together by ducttape and cum supply chain breaking down than live in this this T.S. Elliot Hollow Men fuckery

The weight of me being an utter fuckup socially, in action and design, weighs heavy on my shoulders as of late.
Are people this complex, to be an ever spinning machine of variables numbering so high that the only way is to act without thinking?
Is this what being human is, to feel more than you think, and if you think but can't feel right it's just all fucked?
I feel like my best response besides going mad is curling up in a dark room until the horror goes. Every nerve whipped raw lies in a pile of agony, and I feel like the hope of things potentially stabilizing was a thin delusion conjured up by my mind just to get a week's reprieve from the sensation of every step being on broken glass
This feels awful, absolutely terrible. Since I set foot off the airport and back onto my home state on 01/01/2020 it feels like things have just been a grim, decaying clone of themselves
Don't mind me I just need to either eat all of this and let it wrap it's way around my heart and brain or spit it out on this board.