/lit/ - Literature

>>20754918
lmao @ (you)
I'm degreed up at 22 and there's no jobs available

I know this is a stupid question. I've started reading more "obscure stuff" and I can't even find what I am looking for.

I am a native Spanish speaker and I am looking for Jasper's General Psychopatology or Cioran's In the Heights of Despair in either Spanish or English (preferably Spanish) and I can't fuckin find anything. First time in my life ever I am facing this obstacle in life.

I read a book that I liked "L'ange du chaos" by Michel Robert, but I don't know if it has been translated to english. If you can read french I recommend it, was a pretty fun read.

>>12717113
>Diogenes
>Sleeping
>Les Miserables
>Neotribalism

>>12102657
>>12104505
Friendship can be a good foundation for a relationship but not always.

I dated a girl who was my best friend for 6 years prior, and it was at times, the happiest I'd ever been, and the most miserable. The highs were great, we'd hang out, watch movies, play games, fuck like rabbits. It felt like a natural extension of our friendship, and I loved her more than anything before or since.

The lows, however, were pretty fucking low. She had always had depression, but a while after we got together, circumstances in her life made it much worse. I was very idealistic when I was younger. Media had led me to believe that love was some kind of panacea, and if I just loved her enough, the depression would become manageable. Finding her after the first suicide attempt was the most horrific thing I've ever witnessed. I didn't know first aid but I knew I had to stop the bleeding, so I kept pressure on her wrists as best I could while I called an ambulance. She survived, and after I yelled at her and bawled my guts out in the hospital, she promised she'd never do it again. Unfortunately she did not keep her promise.

After stopping two more suicide attempts I had become numb. I still loved her, but I couldn't handle it anymore, and on the last attempt I found myself wishing she'd been successful, so she could end the suffering for both of us. After that I broke up with her. She screamed at me, told me I never loved her. I told her and that was why I couldn't do this anymore. I moved states and cut off all contact with her. It has been 5 years since then and I don't know if she's alive or dead. I'm too afraid to find out.

Heed my blog post, all ye anons that think "love conquers all," it most assuredly does not.