/lit/ - Literature

Lingering between this and that makes me waste time. I hate this fucking routine. I hate this daily life. I hate that porn and bad food are fucking everywhere but I can't talk to anybody. I hate that this city is filled with trash and people can't even see it. I hate that any kind of art or thought has to be rebellry. I hate that I hate my body because there's no natural way for me to use it anymore. I hate the machines. I hate buroucracy and paperwork. I hate that we are obligated to compete with everything in existence. I hate having to always be efficient. I hate that doing "nothing" is a sin. I just want to read some books. I don't want a job. I don't care for any of the petty pleasure this civilization has to offer. I don't care for money. I want time alone. I want to finish the things I started. But it's all money. Everyone can have a TV and go to the library but feeding, curing and housing everyone just because they are human is too much. It never occurs to anyone that they needn't work to live. I don't care about pleasure. The only time I do is when I'm running away. And they're not going to convince me they're not the same. Have a party here, when the calendar tells you to, even though you know nothing about the solistice--and it's all settled. These normal, extraverted people wouldn't know what to love if the whip didn't tell them. I would hate them if they weren't hurting themselves the most. Dumb lot.