/lit/ - Literature

There are so many things that occupy my mind and stir my soul everyday, things that drive me to keep on living, yet whenever I am asked the question: "What is it that you care about?", or alternatively, "What do you want to do?", I could never give a convincing answer. I am sure of where my will is going, especially on an abstract level, but this inability to translate it into speech when confronted about it by loved ones is throwing me into a pit of doubt. What could this difficulty possibly mean? Have I just been deluding myself, or am I so privately removed that I subconsciously decide to just not answer? Usually I just smile and nod or give a vague answer such as: "You'll see".

John maus is the love of my life
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madame bovary

Another day, another blank page.