/lit/ - Literature

Just had another nasty blowout, /lit/. The loo is completely clogged. All because of my poopy butthole.

Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn’t I have married my beautiful French girl, had little frog children, and lived out my days reading and eating waffles? Just imagining now makes my eyes well up. I had it all, and I blew it. Just like this disgraced toilet. Literature for this feel? Actually, no. I don’t deserve literature. I deserve a bullet to my head.

All I want is the life I imagined