/lit/ - Literature

Any books where the main character wants to be an artist yet has no talent for anything he tries?

How do I find purpose in life?

He should not be there
He’s just too big
In a cloud, please come down!
I’d put stars at your feet
Put mars at your head

Show yourself to me
And I’ll believe
I’ll moan and I’ll weep
Fall silent at your speak
I’ll burst in full to the brim

Mary lost her head
And let it bleed
Came crying back to me
‘My son, where’s he been?
Don’t you hide him
And don’t deny it!’

But no words, no sign
Mary said she is not lying
How come he is so big?
But, good lord, he’s been hid!
Good lord, where’re you hid?

Everything wearies me, including what doesn’t weary me. My happiness is as painful as my pain.
If only I could be a child sailing paper boats in a cistern on the farm, with a rustic canopy of criss-crossing trellis vines projecting chequers of sunlight and green shade on the shiny dark surface of the shallow water.
There’s a thin sheet of glass between me and life. However clearly I see and understand life, I can’t touch it.
Rationalize my sadness? What for, if rationalization takes effort? Sad people can’t make an effort.
I can’t even renounce those banal acts of life that I so abhor. To renounce is an effort, and I don’t have it in me to make any effort.
How often I regret not being the driver of that car or the coachman of that carriage! Or any imaginary banal Other whose life, because it’s not mine, deliciously fills me with desire for it and fills me with its otherness! If I were one of them, I wouldn’t dread life like a Thing, and the thought of life as a Whole wouldn’t crush the shoulders of my thinking.
My dreams are a stupid shelter, like an umbrella against lightning.
I’m so listless, so pathetic, so short on gestures and acts.
However deeply I delve into myself, all of my dreams’ paths lead to clearings of anxiety

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Do you also feel ridiculous when you tell someone that you read a lot or that you love literature? It just seems pretentious and pathetic. I just said something like that to a friend and I wish I could take it back. He probably thought I was trying to impress him by pretending to have an interesting personality

Give me one good reason to sell my labour force to a capitalist and suffer for the rest of my pitiful existence instead of killing myself

I saw my ex bf today and it COMPLETELY destabilized me. I was fine and now I’m sad

Any books that will help me stop wanting to kill myself due to being poor?

Friends hanging out tonight but didn’t invite me again... guess I’ll pick up a book and pretend to be intellectual to make up for the fact I’m lonely

Has depression negatively affected your reading habits? I’ve been finding it impossible to read lately, as my mental issues get worse. I find it impossible to concentrate or care about any book I pick up

Help me
My brain won’t stop tormenting me with thoughts of my lack of worth

Any good books that will help you overcome the end of a longterm relationship?

Read some bukowski, read some passages from the torah, masturbated to twink porn, took my ambien pill, drank a beer, and now it’s time for bed
Night

What are some books that will help me sleep?