/lit/ - Literature

My pseudo ex-girlfriend just revealed to me that she was never sexually attracted to me. I've known this for years but it still hurts so god damn bad to hear her say it. Being undesirable is a torment that will never cease. No amount of lifting will ever cure my shit hair or ugly face

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I cant help but feel disappointed with life.
It seems like such a waste of time. A few brief moments of beauty completely engulfed in a sea of mediocrity.
Whats the point of it all? Why does everyone just put up with slogging through shit all the time?
I know I ask these questions in vain as there is no absolute answer to them. I dont even know why im writing this post to be honest.
Its late, Im tired. Ill go to bed and feel better in the morning. Another day of the same monotony awaits.
Id give anything just to fuck and then cuddle with my ex girlfriend just one last time

Women are so god damn obnoxious to deal with. They make everything dramatic and over complicated. I almost wish I was gay. Why must pussy be so desirable?