>wake up and browse internet on phone for an hour
>read 40 pages of a book about Romans (currently on Augustus and Tiberius) and have the worthlessness of morality reinforced in my head
>go to the gym
>now 2 pm and going in to central London to drink coffee, walk around feeling sad about life, and I don't know what else
>last Saturday I used a bus and was at Westfield shopping centre (Staceytopia) and that likely can't be topped
>will call parents to talk to them and soften them up for next week when my binging causes me to run out of money
>told myself yesterday's binge was my last but feel like going to McDonalds
>wrote a quite good "state of my life" greentext last night and posted it on multiple boards
>had the epiphany that maybe if I start reading two more books and starting two MOOCs and a few other things it would motivate me to do productive things
>realised the epiphany was stupid and the few things I'm procrastinating now should be focused on
>feeling tortured over process and my productivity is part of my everythingstential crisis
Wake up and browse internet on phone for an hour
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Going downtown to get coffee and feel sad sounds pretty Veeky Forums. I should start doing this.
Cool blog faggot
Be nice to the london frogposter, he's a Veeky Forums institution
I know you don't actually want help but maybe you should go to therapy. Like if you're eating enough shitty food to bankrupt yourself that's a very serious problem
OP here. Wtf is there to do in London right now? Normally I would have gone to the British museum and found it too crowded by now.
There's nothing worse than an idiot who is full of his own opinion. You've never had a critical thought in your life, have you? You're the exact type that consumes media that passionately confirms your pathological instincts.
Here's a hint: you seem absolutely miserable. Try to think ABOUT what you're reading, not just fitting it into your predispositions.
So you're a brainlet who makes a load of unfalsifiable conclusions based on fiction because your professor told you that you could.
National Gallery and National Portrait Gallery were fun. For food, I liked going to the crypt in St Martin-in-the-Fields.
>literally hundreds of nightclubs and raves on in London at the weekend
>chooses to go to museums and galleries and reading...constantly intellectualizing
>you could get ecstasy for a £5 and spend the night dancing and chatting shit with strangers not giving a damn what they say or think
Stop eating fast food. Make that your immediate goal. Replace it with real food. Keep healthy snacks on hand for cravings. Conquer that chaos dragon.
Keep making these threads, i love them, such a nice 'slice of life' feeling I get out of them.
Is there a way i can see OP's other posts?
Also, say i was also in London, would you be willing to meet up for a drink?
I want a gf like that to fuck me for months and then leave me for some Chad that has a bigger dick than me and doesn't know shit about literature. "It's nice that you read user, but it doesn't make you manly and I need a real man."
Bump. Will describe what I've done soon
Is og å Simon scarrow book? Im reading under the eagle right now! Love it.
Wtf is actually going on.
Londonbro is probably the most depressing thing to happen to this board.
This is like a bad version of Un homme qui dort
>worthlessness of morality
more like worthlessness of 99.99% of lit
>shovel shit into mouth
>cram shit into eyeholes
>vomit on internet
gotta keep up with the times
>had coffee in central London but it felt more pathetic than usual
>randomly went to Barbican
>walked around a large concrete area that was like a genuine deserted dystopia
>couldn't tell whether poor or rich people live there
>smell of dogshit was everywhere and there was a large pond and concrete waterfall
>there were rich apartments across the street with big square windows with blinds so the people living in them would have to choose between no natural light or exhibitionism
>walked in to the museum of London
>it had a multiculturalism section
>now going to McDonalds for my hopefully final binge other than the one I'll have when I get home afterwards
>went to store in the morning
>showered
>did laundry
>sat on computer for 12 hours
Socialization is like a drug, and I don't like that - at least, not when I'm gf-less. Throughout my teen years I was a loner by choice and I loved it. My friends had started to annoy me and I got interested in some hobbies that would keep me occupied by myself for many years. But in my early twenties I realized that that lifestyle was no longer fulfilling, and I didn't want to end up being a 40y/o virgin whose life passed him by, so I decided to do something about it.
I eventually got a gf, and it was great. We only lasted a few months (after being friends for a year), but I still consider her my best friend, even though we haven't seen each other since. We weren't right for each other; that's okay. It was nice while it lasted.
I've been single for 2 years now, dating a couple girls here and there, but none lasting for more than a few weeks - and few past the first date.
I'm not one to settle, but I often think back to the aforementioned ex, and how even though we were both frustrated by the relationship at the end, and it needed to end, and I wouldn't go back to her... I was still content. I haven't been content since then. It sucks. It makes me not want to do anything.
I want somebody to love, and I want somebody who loves me. I don't care about friends. All I need is one person in my life, but I still haven't found anyone. And twice now, I've met a girl who really seemed like "the one", only to find out that she already had a bf. The worst part is I know for a fact at least one would have been interested; I'm almost certain the other too. But that one I may never see again, even if she breaks up with her bf eventually. I hate what ifs.
Whenever I come home from being in a social situation, I feel cripplingly lonely for the next day or two. It's like withdrawal symptoms. But I don't really crave those social situations I came home from; I just crave having a life partner who I love. Going home to an empty apartment reminds me I have no one.
>wake up at noon
>have plan to read a book for thesis
>play vidya for 2 hours
>brain feels completely numb from the dopamine rush
>make 3 cups of coffee
>browse internets for 3-4 hours
>nap
>play more vidya
>start feeling extremely lethargic
>10pm
>haven't read a page
if you really think morality is worthless then you've already dug your own grave. hope it gets better user
>london user read 40 pages
I'll marry you if you keep this up :3 And stop eating junk
Reading is my main form of procrastination other than riding the underground and the internet If I come on here saying I learnt maths or programmed or got a better job then it's a win
Who cares fucking frogposter?
Try learning R, it's pretty easy and free to download.
It's not that you read, it's that you're a cuck
I can't do this because I have no idea how coffee works. Like what if you went to a coffee shop and said 'a small coffee' and they stared at you blankly or asked for more information? What the fuck would I say? And then imagine there are people waiting in line behind you or looking up from nearby tables, holy shit man
stop reading sartre, it's fucking you up, man
find a better outlet
I've been doing this shit since you were a babe in a manger faggot doesn't get any better
just order a "triple triple" like everyone else and you'll fit right in
Visit a mosque.
We're all going to make it, Londonfrog.
this is probably the most cucked post i have ever read
come and shitpost in the discord.gg
How can I just "learn" a program when I don't know maths? need a class or something...
XD dude should go jerk off and read some Neecha
>"lol, cuck! I don't need no woman!"
>proceeds to jerk off to anime for the 4th time today