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kek

I fapped to eating pussy of my waifu

kek
I'm a fat fuck

I haven't fapped in 3 months
Not even nofap, just don't feel like it

I am not actually Thomas Pynchon

I shit on authors and books without having ever read them

Forgive me father for I will sin this weekend.
I plan on wearing a diaper, shitting and pissing in it and conclude my session by jacking off and cumming.
I know that I will be consumed with immense guilt and shame after I cum.
I am a sick man

I refuse to see a psychologist because I think they'll diagnosis me with some crazy shit like sociopathy. I already take ADHD mess and I don't want more pills to swallow man

I have Infinite Jest on my shelf, but I've never read it

but you are an inherently sinful creature, and yet you claim not to be which is a lie

nice sin loser

:^)

Is using Spark Notes bad?

same. Are you working on it?

no... i'm too lazy to go to the gym, which is 10 blocks away. Even if it was right next to my apartment, the fear of the people judging me there keeps me from going

I like Cliff.

try to get diagnosed with anxiety or something, those pills actually help a lot and if you don't need them you could always flip that shit for profit

you and everyone else on this bitch of a site

feels

I feel like most "intellectuals" today are actually just sophists claiming to know what virtue is.

I think that Infinite Jest is a great novel until you read DFW's other works and realize the book's style isn't exclusive to his . The book doesn't go on and on because it's trying to blur the lines, it's because DFW thinks that the style is enough in itself.

I occasionally get this feeling about myself, thanks for giving me the words to describe it. I know I've got a long way to go before I can see the top, if it helps.

I think Infinite Jest is only a great book if you haven't read any of DFW's other work. The gimmicks seem so cool (and meaningful) until you realize that he does the same thing with the rest of his fiction and then some in his non-fiction.

Same problem. I've started skipping dinner, though, which I think will help

I don't buy books
>based libgen

this is a test from otherworldly entities to see if a human male can maintain eye contact with this scene presented before him

I have cancer. I'm tying from a brain tumor that operating on would have an 85%+ likelihood of leaving me severely mentally handicapped for the rest of my life (currently 24). I have chosen to die with dignity and my family hates me for it. They offered to pay for the operation, house me, send me to rehab, all of it. I refused. I will not be incapable of doing the things I love. I like camping. I enjoy reading immensely. I like driving, biking, surfing, anything that keeps me moving and/or lets me see things. They want me to cut myself in half and live as half a man.

But I will die on my own terms. Next month I will drive to Alaska to wander into the wilderness, read my favorite book, OD on sedatives, and die quietly where I please with my favorite book with my daughter's picture as a bookmark.

I don't feel bad about this. Should I?

holy fuck who the fuck takes a picture like that what a pseud

why do you have a daughter at 24? That's a seriously bad move, friendo.

I don't even read, I just come here because this is the last board on Veeky Forums with an oldfag-mood. The rest is infected.

I failed.

The potential to live is always there user. Personally I've come close to death a couple times and believe strongly that if there's even a 1% chance in living I'd go for that instead.
Will yourself into surviving and you will it's not bullshit if you make it.

On our anniversary my wife made a nice three course meal, put on a new pencil dress, did her hair, make up, and lit up some candles.

She shouted "honey, it's ready!" from the bottom of the stairs, and waited at the table for me to come down from my study.

I was busy shit posting and playing games so I told her I'd be a while due to some important work. Took me a whole 45 minutes, by that time the food was cold, and I noticed a tiny bit of make up smeared around the eyes. She'd been crying. I ate the food, said "thanks for the card" and went back upstairs.

She committed suicide that week. Nobody knows this ever happened, all our friends and family think we were great together.

I actually had a daughter at 19. My girlfriend had her when I was 19 and she was 20. I have a decent job as a bookkeeper and doing the payroll for a t-shirt company that also sets up gigs for athletic events in my city and does some distribution for minor other businesses in the area. I get paid well and my salary is enough to raise a child on.
But Claire died in September of last year. She would be five on March 20th. Her mother left me in January and wants nothing else to do with me because of her grief. I don't blame her.
I actually thought about going through surgery to have my tumor removed when I learned about it two years ago. I have an enormous life insurance policy that I set up on the day after Claire was born, in the case that I died in a car crash or something my daughter would be set up to have a healthy childhood sans her biological father. Now though, there's no incentive to have an almost total guarantee that I will be handicapped for the rest of my life.
I don't have Claire of Jennifer anymore and my family is very religious and upset that I wold throw away God's gift to me over at least trying to save it. If God exists, then fuck Him. I'm going to die on my own terms with the one human being that loved me unconditionally until her last moments in a hospital bed clutching my fingers and wanting me to keep telling her limericks about the adventures of her stuffed deer toy Starbuck.

It actually feels good to tell strangers, for some reason. Thanks for grabbing me for a response, user. +1 karma for you.

you are a fucking scumbag

I appreciate it, user. But my time is closing in and in March I will be on the great journey to find out what's next, if anything, when you close your eyes for good.

I hope there's stars where we're going.

I'd put you between Uday Hussein and Joseph Stalin in the ranking of worst human beings to ever grace the planet

I'm a pseud, and not very smart at all.

He's larping

Last year, I went traveling for the first time. I ended up on a tiny island in southern Thailand. There I met a beautiful woman from Paris, who was also traveling on her own. We spent three nights hanging out, drinking, making out, but we never ended up having sex. After 3 days, she insisted on parting ways. We realised we both planned to go to northern Thailand later, and agreed to meet there (inshallah).

When we met again about a week later, it was clear that she had spent the interim having sex with a guy in Bangkok, and refused all of my romantic advances. We still hung out for two more days, until the guy from Bangkok (who was there from India, for work) flew up to the north as well. There was an awkward moment in her motel room where we were all gathered, and it was clear there was only room enough for two of us... and I was not the one who would be staying. I left, defeated, and never saw either of them again in Thailand, although I continued to talk to Paris girl on the phone.

We all left the country three days later, by chance, as our visas were all expiring. She went back to Paris, he went back to India, I continued my holiday onwards into Iran. She and I continued to talk on the phone. After a week she began to send me messages like "I regret friend-zoning you in Thailand", and sent me very dirty home videos of her sex life. She soon left for a spontaneous trip to Brussels, where she found free accommodation with a man she immediately began to fuck (which she happily reported to me).

I became incensed. She told me in Thailand that the reason she never slept with me was because she was committed to India guy. But her behaviour in Brussels made it clear that she had no real commitment to him. This fact, coupled with her flirtatious messages at a time when we were separated by entire nations, plus the rejection in Thailand to a man from India... it made me go insane. I lost my mind. And soon, I began to plot my horrible vengeance..

I'll admit to samefagging but that did really happen.

I smoke DMT last weekend. I also take LSD occasionally. I don't smoke or do any other drugs, but psychedelics are great. But I do feel sorta bad about it now because I feel like I've been abusind them recently and I don't wanna go insane.

I relate with Holden Caulfield. Also,
GODDAMN

yes a woman has fun with men and she selects which men will have the privilege to give her free sex besides the free non-sexual entertainment

anyway, you did you duty as man to keep her amused, I hope you are not sad from this

>>But I will die on my own terms. Next month I will drive to Alaska to wander into the wilderness,
that nice. people who do not die from suicide are people who are discovered, sooner than their death, by normies, then normies claim it is their moral duty and their job to re-animate.

I can't stop jerking it to cuck porn

sorry, that was only part 1 of the story
i felt too bad to write the rest, the actual sin part

I used to read for hours without getting bored but now I can't even finish 5 pages without getting distracted with something
How do I fix this Veeky Forums ?

Set a daily min limit for reading like 30 or 40 pages, and don't do anything else until you're done reading.

After Paris girl returned to Paris, I was still in Iran, still flirting with her over the phone. I realised if I shortened my holiday, I had just enough money to fly to Paris and put a new end to the story that began in Thailand. She said I could live with her in her family home for 10 days if I did fly over. The implication was that we would get together if I did, and so after turning it over in my head for a while, I pulled the trigger and booked the tickets.

Within 30 minutes, she changed her mind. She began talking about how she would try to find me a girlfriend there. And I realised that she had no romantic intention with me again. But now it was too late to turn around, because I couldn't get a refund on the tickets.

So, once again, I was the ultra cuck. But I wasn't too disheartened. Life experience had taught me that women tended not to be attracted to me in the beginning, but given enough time, could fall madly and painfully in love with me, once given a chance to get acquainted with my apparently deeper qualities. They never reach the hidden black heart at the very bottom until it's too late. And so I made a resolution: I would make this fickle woman fall deeply in love with me just for the fuck of it.

Within 2 days, I was flying out of Iran and into Paris, to live in her family home with her very nice family for the next 10 days. Could I really worm my way into her heart in this time? We were about to find out..

Go to library, no internet, no phone, and create some barrier that prevents you from just getting up and leaving.

>I don't feel bad about this. Should I?

Absolutely not. If what you say about the 85% probably of being mentally handicapped is true, you're making the right choice. Becoming mentally impaired is another way of dying anyway, you would no longer be "you".

I think you're doing the right thing. Would you mind sharing your favourite book?

This is why no one should associate with thots

Why not just have the operation and sign a contract saying that if it's unsuccessful you have the right to youth in asia?

Part of the reason you lose interest may very well be due to the fact you're not committing to it in any meaningful way that preserves proper pacing and meaningful advancement of a story. By reading it in such miniscule fragments there is no interest to be created to warrant your continuation of or inmediate return to the text because you don't give your mind enough to actually salivate over. If you read more it might actually create a feedback loop from positive rewarding experience.

I hope so too user, I'm going to still ask you not to do it because I just barely talked a friend out of suicide a few months ago.
Get that surgery. Get better. Get running. And you'll make it. Please don't do it, we have more potential as people than we'll ever know suffering only means we can rise above.

I used to go to /r/badphilosophy before i realized it was just bitter losers and should be renamed to /r/philosophyidontlike

sometimes i jerk off to female corpses

Sorry user-kun and goodluck with the rest of your life.(no matter how short it may be)

I’ve only read genre fiction

I read but I see what you mean. It's like everyone is fishing for a new epic screencap to post on their Facebook meme pages. Disgusting.

yo wtf finish the story

I started reading camus when I was still 15-16 and never had heard of the guy before, I just found him.
And when a teacher asked me what I had read over the summer I said "Resistance Rebellion and Death by >Cam-moo"

And she corrected me but I insisted it was camoo and then she shut me down with an encyclopedia (this was pre-wikipedia) and the whole class laughed at me.

They laughed and laughed.

t. self-loathing wretch

;)

Happy death! No more worries...

Who doesn't relate to Holden kek? Beside the getting laid part. Are there seriously people who don't daydream obsessively?

I never read the foreword.

I don't know you or your whole story, so I will not tell you what you should or shouldn't do. However, you should read Seneca if you haven't already. He gave an interesting insight on death and suicide. It may help you.

Do you also eat it yourself? Or do you simply cook for your gf?

>I never read the foreword.

This is a Patrician trait

i think that this is the right thing to do in your situation, i would do the same

I don't think you should ever feel bad about what you know is right in your heart of hearts. There's a lot of pain in the world, and if you feel like you'd rather have a nice, dignified, end on your terms, you have every right to do it.

I don't know what you're planning on doing, but I think perhaps that you should leave a package for your family behind to be delivered after you're dead so they at least know what happened to you.

so then, just stop for now. you can always take them later.

I bought another 2 books today, my unread-and-intend-to-read pile is prob close to 50. I prob read ~4 books/year and who knows if I'll ever finish the pile :^)

Good God

You've got my support, user. Make sure your life insurance covers is structured in a way so you can leave your kiddo some fat dough. Suicide often leaves beneficiaries with null, so perhaps rethink your mechanism of death you set them up.

I too am guilty of this

youtu.be/Y-ooCnZviZ8
I only watch porn with a good cumshot. This video somehow influenced my development of that taste.

>didn't greentext it
perfect

Large if Legit

Well played, user. You've managed to distract others from your most grievous sin with the allure and promise the milk of life.

Well, user, my suggestion would be to live as long as you can, if not for yourself, then for your daughter. The last thing you want is your daughter growing up wishing she would have known you better and the knowledge that her father took his own life rather than spend more time with her. While she may understand your decision at a more mature age, she will question it growing up and it will have a profound and mostly negative impact on her emotional, intellectual, and mental growth.

t. someone who's mom killed herself.

I still have a key to my ex-wife's apartment and I occasionaly let myself in while she's at work and take a book. She's such a fucking pseud that I know she doesn't read them. She hasn't noticed that I took her Rockwell Kent Moby-Dick.

Unironically eat less soy products

You failed the test of the otherwordly entities, but you passed the test of the sloots in the picture

kill yourself

How did she die, user? It sounds strange that you're dying young and she died much younger. Was it some form of cancer or tumor as well? There may be an environmental factor you could work to uncover before you die

15% chance is still a pretty significant chance. Don't just assume the majority chance will happen. In dice games all the time we roll for things hoping to land on the 6, and sometimes we do get it. The probability of that 6 is about the same as your chance of staying mentally unhandicapped. Why not wait to see if your role gets lucky, and maybe pay a hitman to kill you if it doesn't work out?

I'm a graduate student of theoretical physics and I wake up almost every day fearful that I may have chosen the wrong thing to pursue. So many years of my life have gone to waste, trying to study the details of life, looking for something beautiful in nature but all I find are sloppy leftovers from the last century and filthy approximations trying to justify themselves. More often than not I think that I maybe should have studied Mathematics or Philosophy or some sort of combination of those two because, as the years went on, I've realized that they try to find cause and meaning more than Physics does. I am scared that I've made mistakes and I don't even know how to stand up to them. I fear for my future.

>oy vey why are you having kids at prime child baring age!?!?