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>be me
>be a 27 year old ugly beta loser nofriends autist with no friends or social experiences since school, no female attention ever, never been to pub, club, or party
>wake up at 9 am
>hot and sunny day in London
>browse internet on phone then read a book while sitting in my flat and drinking coffee
>everything-stential crisis is flaring up badly
>go jogging
>decided not to go in to work today
>go in to central London and walk about and browse 2 libraries to see more books I feel bad about not reading (and dread reading because they seem boring)
>obviously seeing Staceys everywhere was demoralising
>walk through Notting hill area, seeing rich hipsters living their idyllic lives
>spend barely any time outside before becoming bored and hungry so go back to flat (feeling sad outside feels worse when I know everyone is at work)
>eat and waste time on the internet
>go through vector calculus sections of engineering mathematics textbook to feel like less of a pleb and find it so fucking boring and pointless
>8 pm and now going in to central London to drink coffee and feel sad about life

Today's good: I've avoided junk food for 3 days and it will be over 20 celsius tomorrow, so I won't feel bloated and fat during the heat.

Today's bad: I feel guilty for not reading shitloads of boring as fuck books and learning lots of boring stuff. I'm not even reading my current book (non-famous book about Romans) due to enjoyment. I simply can't bear to do what interests me. This guilt is with me every day and it's worse today for some reason.

Fun Londonfrog facts:

Despite going to the gym I never do arm isolation in case someone looks at me and thinks I'm deluded and pathetic enough to lift for girls when I'm ugly.

I never go outside in jeans and a white t-shirt together for a similar reason as above ("he's too ugly to dress like a Chad")

>> No.11016924

>>11016916
>8 pm and now going in to central London to drink coffee and feel sad about life
>he leaves the house
get a load of this chad

>> No.11016948

keep us updated paki, i unironically like reading your blogs

>> No.11017022

>>11016948
this it's fucking based. Keep going based london bro these threads are fucking awesome!
Don't ever kill yourself i need these threads, they're so fucking better than anything else on here. You're a fucking legend!

>> No.11017044

>>11016916
you really are a self important piece of shit
you have no fucking clue how much worse off other people are
as >>11016924 said, the fact that you even leave the house means you aren't nearly as far gone as some of us
fuck off you larping narcissistic dumbass

>> No.11017051

>>11017044
it's women's fault! :D

>> No.11017080

>>11016948
Is this just one dude shitposting? I thought it was copypasta

>> No.11017084

hello londonfrogbro

>> No.11017093

>>11017051
>:DD
cringe
quit projecting nothing in my comment suggested that you limpdicked mouthbreather

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shieeeet

>> No.11017106

>>11017093
>t. butthurt feminist

>> No.11017110

>>11017022
this but ironically

>> No.11017117

OP here.

I feel guilty about not going in to work but then I think of attractive young normies matching on tinder / going on dates and the guilt melts away.

>> No.11017121

>>11017117
Why do you think your posts belong on /lit/?

>> No.11017128

>>11017117
Haha! That is top thought, mate!
Can't wait to hear your next musings. Fucking Chads, don't you think? Keep us posted, bro, you're based

>> No.11017148

>>11017128

FOOKIN CHADS LIKE

SUM LADS GRAB UP ALL DA TOTTY, SOME ARE ON THEIR TODD! MENTAL INNI'?

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>>11017128

>> No.11017159

PLEASE STAY HERE AND DON'T COME BACK TO BRIT/POL/

>> No.11017170

>>11017159
He's our guy, he's a fucking legend on here, BTFO'ing Chads and normies like a bawss! BASED LONDONBRO

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>>11017044
>gatekeeping this hard

>> No.11017198

>>11017170
Keep him in /lit/. We have enough shite already from Pube on Brit/pol/.

>> No.11017210

>>11017198
/pol/ is great too, they BTFO jews, women, and niggers, but our guy is against Chads and Stacies like a real legend of 4chan. He's into so much ressentiment that even /pol/ morons can't keep up. Praise Kek and Praise LondonBRo BASED goD fuck normies

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>>11017210
based

>> No.11017222

>>11016916
this board is getting noticably less complex with time, behavior patterns stripped down to raw heuristics of activity really sad. even the irony looks like a leddit bot pretending to understand it

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>when you let slip your mask for an instant and reveal a fraction of the pain, fear, bitterness, and misery that's grown in your heart; instantly gaining the contempt of everyone around you

I wish I had enough money to just visit prostitutes; I'm so sexually frustrated that I don't even have the energy to jerk off anymore. The people around me seem to understand life, to be able to navigate it unthinkingly, to form genuine connections with others, to fuck and laugh and drink and enjoy themselves. I wish I was able to do that, but something about me betrays my inner distance from the world, my loneliness, my anxiety, so they avoid me like dog shit, if not actively conspire against me to rid themselves of my presence.

Sometimes I can muster up the energy inside myself to go out, to run from place to place, person to person, smiling at everyone, doing all I can to entertain them, hiding my own unhappiness to stimulate some happy and carefree conversation, but it never works. The energy to live that farce always subsides, I disappear back into my interior world, life goes on ceaselessly around me and the people I've tried so hard to entertain don't even notice my absence.

Sometimes I try to be honest about my life, my thoughts, my feelings, but this seems to be the surest way to loose friends. Giving yourself over to even a moment of self pity, fear, misery, or reflection on life and most people will be angry, outraged in fact, that you've stopped your theatrics, your performance of normalcy, to break the third wall and address the audience as yourself.

Point is OP, I don't enjoy your threads, but I respect and understand them. Keep up the good work. If you haven't already, read Céline; I've been reading Voyage and it's made me feel a lot less alone in the world.

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Is this just a parody of /lit/, a representation of the manner in which a person who speaks and thinks in parallel to the aggregate of /lit/ must live?

Or a Brave New World, Notes from the Underground, Death in Venice, Lolita -esque literary actualization (admittedly in a new medium) of truly misanthropic living loaded with implicit cautioning against living in such a profoundly incomplete way?

Is this an actual person actually journaling his actual depression on this board?

Is this attention seeking?

Is this a meme?

Discuss.

>> No.11017385

>>11017377

OP here. It's all true.