/lit/ - Literature

Seeing my high school buddies is the only thing that makes being home at my parents for the holidays bearable, but this year basically none of them are around. Fuck me this is going to be a rough month. Maybe I should try to bury myself into some pursuit, like practicing drawing or something. I hate being in this ghost town all alone.

Failed normie here, give me one good reason I shouldn't move back in with my parents and spend the rest of my (probably short, due to health problems) life creating beautiful imaginary worlds and ordering my own little world as I like it.

I'm looking for a rec or two, I'm all out of fiction to read during fall semester
Greentext of my pathetic existence if it helps:
>going into last year of college
>am lazy, disillusioned piece of shit
>no clue what I'm doing after I graduate
>no close friends, they all grew up and moved on with their lives
>spend most days aimlessly faffing around
>don't really care about much other than a desire to not be lonely
>have moments of artistic inspiration but never really capitalize on them
>moderately depressed but not overtly suicidal (at least not for the past couple months)

plz nothing with excessive moralizing or that will make me want to an hero

It's tragic how unrequited love can turn seeing someone you adore into a source of anxiety.