/lit/ - Literature

>>17034265
>WIll it be a good novel? I doubt it.
I guess I'm fucked then.

>>14986606

Not molested, but i was mostly abandoned by my father which he wasnt with me during my important years of my life and maybe thats why i want to find a boyfriend just to let it out all my emotions on him, not only bad but i just want to treat somebody like that person just as i wished my father was. thats why i want a clueless twink boyfriend, but you're right mostly.

you're right about women, they're somewhat amazing but never had good experiences with them or never bother caring about them, i always despised them for some reason more than i am bitter about them, i dont blame them, its all on myself if i change and do the first step. i will take in consideration what you say anon, it really helps. thank you and a big hug, i just realize i have big issues i need to fix.

>>14228478

I like to write an entry once or twice a month and try to colour things that stick out in life in prose
r8 an excerpt from my last entry
>02/11/19, 23:36, Satharn
>My probation officer was a woman with fish eyes [a mild case of] but a pleasant and reassuring demeanour I'm sure is affected. I was frank enough with her about everything and even tried in my vanity to strike a unique impression, likely to my detriment, surely, but more of that for next month's entry. I went about town with a feeling of lightness that day as of a burden lifted through my conversation with the affected government lady, and on my way home from the bookstore talked in my clumsy manner with a Mormon proselyte girl, an arguably more attractive colleague or sectary of whomst I had a bit rudely dismissed when she attempted to flag me down on my way to the aforementioned bookstore. This one was shorter than myself - so very squat indeed - and looked petite in her drab homely mormon girl-garb of grey tartain plaid. Her hair was yellow, her eyes blue with noticeable dark bags not unlike my own, only mine provide a more sunken-in-general look to the eyes while hers seemed like mere attachments, like little optical handbags.
>She was American obviously but with an accent diluted as of one well traveled. I interrogated her for a bit but tactfully avoided the prideful mocking of a fedora tipper, throwing the word cult out there only once and nonchalantly to gauge reaction. Her lids were sleeplessly fluttering, her answers were non-committal. I left with her card and number, a faint fantastical hope blossoming in my heart, ideas of where the path from our next meeting that will never occur running through my mind like wayward slaves. Ahhhh, what right, thought I, to even in my dreams drag this credulous vestal from her faith, the altar as it were of her being from childhood to this moment she met yet another young loafer on another street in another city of another land not home, where an arranged marriage likely awaits that she may even be happy for in her way. And I with nothing to offer but a shared oblivion and life's uncertainty.

TL;DR pic related, I should honestly just fuck an escort already

books on losing your faith?

>>13520206
can relate desu

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>>13357758
STOP talking about her and focus on the thread.

>>13003170

my balls smell like semen because I haven't busted a nut in over seven days