/lit/ - Literature

I feel like my body is about to disintegrate with how much I've been worrying about this.

I met a woman. We've been dating for a while. Best woman I've ever been with. She's loyal, honest to a fault, etc. Gives herself to me entirely. Her heart, her body, everything. Will do anything I want sexually. She loves me more than anyone has ever loved me. Often tears in her eyes because of how much she loves me. This is a special one. I fall in love with her.

One night, we're talking, and she tells me this. In her past, she was in a foursome, twice, with the same guys. MMMF.

Crushes me. Whole body feels waves of agony. I don't know how to feel. Confused as fuck.

What the fuck do I do?

>>7358544
Everything I learned for the job I have now was self taught. Even without a degree, I earn $180k annually as a web developer. School and university (drop out) were utterly worthless for me. I'm so glad that I spent my free time learning outside of the curriculum.

10 years later (28) I still suffer from major lapses in depression and social anxiety because of my traumatic bullying related experiences at school. I wish I could have just stayed at home.

>>7333763
>be me
>STEM master race
>rich
>1000s of books bought new
>99% of them sit untouched

>>7324568
The Spooks of Young Werther

Does anyone want to read my heart-breaking poem about tragedy:

It's the one feeling that seems like it'll never goes away,
It remains in its lair, mocking you forever-more:
This feigning haunts you, following you down every corridor.
It's the feeling you get when you're searching for something, and yearning for it even harder,
It's the feeling when the demon inside of you causes you to cower,
When you're trotting ground that you know you don't belong to―like some type of existentialist marauder,
When each step brings you closer to a shit-infested slaughter,
When you frequent a world so devoid of relief and laughter,
Something's always berating you, forcing you to move faster.
When you know it's all pure torture,
but a part of you keeps telling you that there's a light around the next corner,
You pray that God will let you off this unbearable chartar:
It's more powerful than the comfort all fleeting emotions can offer,
It can get an atheist to resort back to kneeling,
And straddle relapsing back to an absurdist's border.
It's the feeling when you just ate "Taco Bell" and all your school's restrooms are out of order...