/lit/ - Literature

>>18507843
It seems like regardless of what I do, I am trapped in an unending spiral of my own demise. I am too lazy to search for a way out, too self-centred to ask for help, too insecure to show even the faintest notion of weakness. Not long ago I showed my true colors and was completely rejected for it. Nothing can free me, not drugs, not booze, not women, not books, not food, not cars, not God, not the Dao, not Nirvana, not logic. I'm not suicidal, I'm not anything anymore, I am a grey sludge that walks the earth in the mire of my own desolation.