/lit/ - Literature

>try to write more
>fucking forgot half the shit that happened that night
This is why I fucking hate living in this goddamn world, it's all a shamble of shit on a shingle, this mentally retarded puppet show I'm forced to fucking watch because my mommy doesn't want me to hurt my little brother's feelings by not watching the most forgettable, boring, and insulting performance that humanity has to offer. I interact with all these different people, and I can barely remember them. The only person I do remember is this fucking guy who makes money selling drawings of anthropomorphic animals pissing on eachother. Everyone else is this shallow plastic husk of a human being, I look at their glassy eyes and I see no fire nor spark. All I see is this boring cosmic seat warmer only called to be on earth for the sake of filling a fucking room. To me, everyone there had a purely material or ego purpose to serve me; either an ego fuck, a free drink, a free meal, or a free ride home. Nobody there is an actual person, and I have to ask myself, why in the name of the good Lord and his royalty did I find myself fraternizing with these fish-eyed fucks?