/lit/ - Literature

December brings many a lugubrious morning to my fine wastrel self, and again I've been fired from the same job I've been holding on to absentmindedly for these past five years. it always brought timid comfort and meagre wages, just enough to sooth creditors that i share their house with, and to on and off again enjoy the illicit alchemy of the backstreets that Im not quite fond of but am accustomed to soothing myself with. but once again the chain is disrupted. i flee the house so my forebears still think i hold employment. still stealing money. still flirting with johnny law as my appetite and self loathing command, as i am on probation until february and am not on quite good enough terms to possibly make it out on time. ive been wanting to die nearly every day since she left. i scream at times for change within myself in order to bring it about in externality but it all stays the same. im still alone. im still a parasite. im still worthless. im not sure if i have wanted to live at all if not just to stop this endless cycle of mundane madness.
ill either pull something together by friday and remain free or be destined to be shackled up again, and ill just take the more direct route to hell than indulge the concrete purgatorio.
god bless gentle anons. keep up the good fight. resist and bite.

You never came back. That's okay, I had things to do anyway. I've got to go now, I'm sorry.

>>6631187
>I immediately disregard someone's opinion when they tell me they read scifi, fantasy,

if that's what you want to do, bud

My confession is I really only like reading about war.