/lit/ - Literature

mfww drilling

Why is the occult so cringe, lads? I mean, it’s no more cringe than anything else, but it’s still nails on a chalkboard levels of gay LARPing.
Why does nothing matter? The emptiness of life is so boring.

>tfw no chubby emilia clarke gf

>tfw /pol/tards have a free pass to bait across all boards

>>15879847
>pundit agrees with your views
>literally solves everything!!!

>pundit disagrees with your views
>cringe and unbased!!!


every single day 365 days a year on this fucking board. from losers who's only hobby is regurgitating youtube videos on a literature board, shitposting, feeling superior based on their completley irrational beliefs, and attempting to read a book for 5 minutes before putting it down in favour of their phone or television. GOD DAMN IT READ READ READ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBHBHBHBDBRNEJDNVJ KXMXDLM

>read Schopenhauer
>wanna deny Will
>comfy for a while
>change mind
>already old

I'm anxious and neurotic as always. I'm clinging on to the idea that I might be able to pull through. Otherwise I would've necked myself long ago.
I'm not sure why I'm strong enough to barely keep myself afloat in this way for so long, but not nearly strong enough to get me somewhere I want to be. Truly the weakest will is the one that doesn't even dare to extinguish itself when its purpose hasn't been fulfilled.
I feel myself being thouroughly immoral in my day-to-day life, as I go about following through on what my anxiety tells me to. I'm torn apart by the fact that I know I should be doing something and moving somewhere yet I remain blind and unwilling to do any of it. I've willingly chained myself, but I hate being bound. I don't know what could possibly pull me out.
My anxiety doesn't have to be what keeps me from doing something, it could also be what fuels me on occasion. However usually when that takes place I'll feel myself becoming more and more perfectionist about what I do. I scrutinize even how my soles hit the ground when I walk.
There's not a single part of my body and mind that I couldn't find a fault in if I wanted to. So I keep myself blind and unwilling because once I open the pandora's box of insecurities and flaws there's no fucking going back. I feel as if I'd succumb to the pressure and choke myself out, but luckily I've begun considering if that's really much worse than the pain of /not/ scrutinizing myself. I'd almost rather feel myself going somewhere, even if just in the smallest way than remain where I am. I hope this anomaly of thought can serve as a catalyst big enough to get me out and moving somewhere.