/lit/ - Literature

Somehow during this last year in my life I've gone from being a portrait of autism to being desirable to the opposite sex. Two girls wanted to date me, another wanted to fuck me, and I fell in love with another. It was like all the regular things of puberty and growing up which I never got were suddenly thrown at me high velocity. Needless to say my autism and obvious lack of experience helped me to fuck up all four of those. I broke two girls hearts, the one was a thot so it didn't really matter just no sex, and the final one I found out today she's already found a new guy and he's "perfect". Fiction ruined me into believing in true love and all that fun stuff so that unless I felt something I couldn't force myself to like the other girls. Even with girl 4 I knew it wouldn't last and I knew she wasn't leading me on and I was doing it myself, but it still hurts. Sorry for the blogpost I know I fucked up I don't need too many reminders.

>TFW too much autism to make eye contact with cute jezebel in my classes
I'm not even that bad with girls anymore. I can say hey and chat with them, but as soon as I become interested I can't talk or make eye contact with them.

How do you deal with the issue of ageing as a writer?

Not in the book itself, but in your own life. Whenever I read about a writer receiving great praise despite being like 25 - 27, I feel upset that I haven't published anything yet despite being the same age. I mean most writers of any value were published by 30 at the very latest, and yet that age is fast approaching with nothing to show for it. Recently I've had to accept that the "burning desire" to write is not as present in me as I once suspected.