/lit/ - Literature

>>18477156
I'm too much of a coward to actually kill myself

>>18091469
My ancestors are watching me, and they must not be proud.

>The world is for those born to conquer it,
>Not for those who dream they can conquer it, even if they're right.
>I've done more in dreams than Napoleon.
>I've held more humanities against my hypothetical breast than Christ.
>I've secretly invented philosophies such as Kant never wrote.
>But I am, and perhaps will always be, the man in the garret,
>Even though I don't live in one.
>I'll always be the one who wasn't born for that;
>I'll always be merely the one who had qualities;
>I'll always be the one who waited for a door to open in a wall without doors
>And sang the song of the Infinite in a chicken coop
>And heard the voice of God in a covered well.

>tfw literally Raskolnikov

>>17088344
Leave me alone, I just want to be on a quiet place where no one bothers me

>>16694474
>have hips as wide as my shoulders
>i'm a man

>>16580597
I don't even like getting praise, I don't think I deserve it. I feel like an imposter and I'm afraid that someday someone will find out that I'm not as smart as others think

>>16292039
I'm 19, and I can agree with this.
Actually, most of my good memories from my early and mid teens were on the internet.
Very insightful post.

>>14945252
>Most of them are sad, lonely and need mental health

>start writing a novel
>main character is a /pol/tard incel that barely interacts with people
>thinks he is an Übermensch destined to greatness, but is a conplete loser
>"anon, he is just like you"

>wake up
>have whole day to get everything I want to do, done
>just listen to music while browsing /lit/ or articles of some kind for lots of hours
>sleep because tired
>keep listening to music while drinking coffee and pleasing myself by telling myself i'll read later
>just listen to Grimes all day and think nostalgically about the old good times I had with friends
>maybe masturbate even though I promise myself to keep self-control
>start feeling sad because brain is idle
>11:00pm at this point I write maybe 1-5 page work for the Critique threads to usually good feedback
>1:00am-3-00am read maybe 50pages
>4:00am-6:00am do nothing and just feel sad about how much i'm a consumer cuck and continue to think nostalgically
>sleep
How do I commit myself to reading? I do this everyday and I continue to do the same shit everyday even though I have all this time. I'm addicted to the easy stimulation so accesible nowadays and its hard for me to read yet I don't want to vidya/watch movies so i just spend all my time idle, which of-course can make anyone gloomy. How do I commit myself to read and writeeeeeeee :(

Women are the only thing that keep me bonded to this world. Whenever I am single I do nothing but work, read math and philosophy, and meditate. It's not the sensual pleasures that attract me to women, it's the feeling of total detachment to the world that I get when I'm single that scares me and drives me into the arms of women.

I'm never going to get over her. I after finally getting rejected I would be able to move on, but instead it's just solidified in my mind that I'll never find anyone that meets the fantasy I had of her. Fuck me. I've done everything. I've exposed her flaws, she's not that cool. I've forced the situation to a conclusion, it's not happening. I broke contact with her, six months now. I recognize that I never loved her, I was only infatuated with a fantasy. I've tried to open myself to other people. I've focused on myself. It's not fucking good, she's still there, every fucking hour of the day. She's burned into my brain. I can't let go because you know what, it's all I fucking had. The crazed delusion that this girl liked me and that if I could be with her everything would be ok. I'd be able to care about things and not want to kill myself constantly and accomplish something. I'd be happy. How can I give up that up, no matter how pathetic and insane it is? I'm N O T H I N G without her. I'm only defined in relation to her. Even now. I'm so fucking pathetic. You could maybe try to justify this shit if we had actually had a relationship, but no. I'm crashing my life over a girl who MAYBE thought I was cute three years ago and since pursued because she would talk to me every day (no one else has ever done for it), compliment my art, and invite me to do things. I took what, to anyone else, would be basic human kindness, and, because of my fucking autistic lonerism, spun it into a whole cosmology. Fuck me. Gonna get drunk tonight boys. Blare edgy music until I can't hear. Imagine being brave enough to kill myself until I pass out. I'll never get better. Fuck

>>11676117
Please may this not be true.