Write what's on your mind

What should I wear tomorrow? The same jacket and a different white T shirt I put on everyday?

Fry?

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I have for some time now unsuccessfully tried to fathom and recreate the exact state of mind of Thomas Bernhard in this picture.

Pro tip: You can't.

That's not a pro tip at all.

Pro tip: You can't unprotip this pro tip.

I should get on a diet but I can't stop eating bread with something ;-;

Recently I've been feeling lonelier and lonelier and think about suicide a lot. When I'm not thinking about that I'm thinking about robbing people and this girl I like. She likes somebody else and I hear there going on a date soon so hopefully that doesn't work.

Move to a city in some third world country and get a job there.
At the very least, you'll be able to walk places. Your neet money will last longer. You'll learn a new language.

Then start eating bread without anything.

Well fuck you, buddy, we'll see who's having the last laugh. We've had quite a bit of ice and snow here lately, so I'll go buy a hat and maybe a respiratory illness, too.

Feels dry when I eat bread alone. Also it doesn't matter since I eat around 4 daily

Since I work in a very dirty and cold place so winter socks are a must-have.
This work gives me only weekends or nights for washing things, sadly i've overused every pair of socks in my possession, tonight all are smelly as hell. Apparence is not required in my job but i don't want to surpass the border between lazyness and became stinky/start rumors

Getting busy

For some reason I can't concentrate at all today and am agitated at the slightest thing. I wish it was tomorrow already. I made a batch of homemade hummus and it's pretty good. I would probably feel better if I cleaned. I wish I lived on my own so I only had to take care and be responsible for my own trash and squalor instead of others who either don't recognize my efforts or worse: realize them but don't care at all. I would go on a walk, but I hate walking in the city; trash on the sidewalk disgusts me and I can see the pollution in the air. People aren't meant to live this close to eac other, especially ones that never communicate.

Most people you meet will have nothing to offer. The chances are, you have nothing to offer me, and I have nothing to offer you. You're wasting your time. I'm wasting your time. I'm wasting my time. Those times are different. This is totally not my place. I'm going to sleep. You're all /r9k/posters with better vocabularies. Settle for less.

I hate women. I finally said it. My mom used to beat me and I would shut down and have never been able to communicate well with them and I have hatred for them. Its a long chain of cause and effect and I do have a part, Im not just a victim, and Im trying to change but the pain involved in that struggle to change brings up my hatred often.

Over the years Ive learned how to get into womens pants and have been slutting it up. This is the opposite of what I actually want which is a meaningful relationship.

Thats where Im at. I hate women

I won't settle for anything less than you, senpai.

Nothing i have read has changed my life
It's just a temporary catharsis that makes me feel better for a couple of days or so.
Maybe i am narrow minded or just a brainlet

Mainly concern that my beer is almost empty.

I like reading and shit but I have learnt nothing from them. Yeh the shy girl but a slut when she is clubbing.

I should be reading.

Reminder that if you sincerely post in these threads you need to eat a bullet

Are you sincere about that?

Nice post-irony there, champ.

I wish I was happy

any chance you get to write, might as well take it

That's because only first person experience can change your life.

I would prefer not to.

The stranger was actually more funny than depressing

How did I get so depressed?

300 days off social contact and alienating all of my friends i condemned myself to become a hermit.
The plan was to improve myself, find a job and rebuild self-esteem by following Maslow's actualization ponzi scheme.
Spending energy to construct lies, appearances of being busy, wealthy and sought after failure of a writer have taken its toll. Realization that being dependent on friend mocking your case caused, counter intuitively, more anguish and anxiety than relief of not being in touch. Ditching shemale porn in the process and abstaining from masturbation was the only straw to grasp in my 38 year old mess of an existence.
Slowly realizing that in order to redeem myself in a biblical manner and not completely decompose in the abyss of crippling depression, hopelessness, despair and misery i had to do something - quick.

"I don't care what you have to say!" I only heard the second time around over street noise.
Supposedly this life coach was the best. After worthless masters degree i took out one final loan, the last plunge (not to mention the hit i took because i had to buy bitcoins) to get educated by the best deepest darknet has to offer.
Pressing my phone harder against my ear not to miss any of this $800/hr para psychological advice i tried to find a quiet spot.

im horny af

idk if i should get an associates degree in physical therapy assistance or not
what if i suck at it
guess it's better than messing with computer stuff though

High school is tough, for sure.

Seriously, just move out of the city.

Take this shit to facebook

Best wishes user

Could be a variety of reasons

lol

I have the ugliest fucking teeth but I have no money and courage to fix it.

Japanese ppl love that shit

[citation needed]

I need to use accutane once again. This makes me terribly sad .

I am motivated to study hard this semester. I am finally taking control of my life

Good for you user, what are you studying?

Calc 3
Physics Optics and Magnetism
Engineering

I seem to be physically incapable of crying unless I'm talking to my mom on the phone, in which case I have to hold back tears no matter what we're talking about. I have an interview for the radio station in a couple hours. I am tempted to get extremely drunk when that's finished. People much younger than me are more successful at what I do than I will likely ever be. I am old for my place in life. People don't like me in the city I moved to, either because I have mentally begun to slip during the interim or because there is some demographic difference from home. I feel isolated from the people around me in every way I can think of. I hope that nothing horrific happens and shifts my perspective to a worse one. I hope I'm not alone.

I don't know what to do anymore. Maybe wait. I love her, but I somehow know she does not. This is really eating me up. Maybe I should stop being this close to her.

Tell her then, if she does not just move on

Just have to keep myself occupied with puzzles and literature and music so I don't start to dwell on how much I dislike myself. It's working today at least. I also want to become more ascetic. I don't even know why, just seems like something I want to do. But masturbation and junk food and alcohol are too pleasurable. Whenever I try to quit I slip within a few days.

Don't slack off on your problem sets. You'll make it user. Don't forget to get a dose of pure math in there when your applied courses drag on.

I have had two weeks of vacation time, which is about to come to a close, (un)fortunately in the midst of a snowy winter sheltered at home so there have been no exciting outdoors adventures for any notable amount of time.

What this period has given me is time to recreate some mindful habits including daily meditation and journal exercises as well as completing a hefty amount of reading, writing, and studying. I never enjoyed a prescribed lesson plan and thus never bothered with post secondary education opting for a more hands on career that fits my lifestyle; an allowance for a deep need of free time (one of the things I value most in the world). I am at heart an ardent autodidact. I get joy from knowledge and thus I keep learning but have no desire to flush vast amounts of cash down the drain when everything is so readily available for pennies. I want to be a writer anyhow, which to me if I make it is no job at all it is a passion I continue to do for free until I die.

All of this free time has given way to contemplation on other interests too and will require me to bend my own rules. I want to shore up my knowledge on mathematics and logic so I think I am going to either hire a reputable tutor or go to some relatively cheap but effective classes to get the basics down despite spending money on either option. Math and logic are languages I want to learn quite badly, so I can start studying STEM subjects on my own, but find myself fumbling with far too often so I will concede and seek external help.

teach me to get in their pants sensei

I have told her. In the past. I was rejected. I stopped talking to her but somehow she is back in my life and is closer than ever.

I have scammed of $9000 by someone overseas. But I know I can find that fucker and make him pay for betraying my trust. When I find him I will get another $9000, convert them into rupees and make him swallow it all! But I dont know. Maybe I am or my subconscious is drowning me in thoughts of revenge so I can mask my stupidity from my sane self. I have never been a capable person so I always took risks, always trusted wrong people and expected good outcomes to come. I don't know any other way to get success and money. Hard work and moving in small steps seem so futile, so consuming. It is the sanest option, but I am too addicted to this.

I have no idea if she is interested in me or if I am simply misreading her friendliness

I've never been a proud man.

The black shoes scissor-swaying across the pavement below me have always been those of a person, nobody in particular. Many people give off the impression that beneath their deceptively singular human visage lies a sleeping Ulysses. This mute tragic hero can never be seen, least of all by the one putting on the guise, as nothing would kill Hamlet faster than the knowledge that he is a dream. However, it's not like these personas lie completely dormant. They apparate subtly in a tone of voice or a certain geometry of the body. Like Caesar's ghost descending from a bedroom closet your closest friend announces his plan to head to the liquor store, his every word another rhetorical swish of Cicero's tongue. He dances out the door like a consul on parade and returns to his own private last supper of Pabst and Kraft Dinner.

What a world that must be, to become Christ one minute then betray him as Iscariot the next, to be a slave to history and time. What a blessing to inhabit the beautiful paradox of being something which strives to become nothing at all.

Yet wherever I look, I can't help but see.

I've been dreaming lately so I think we're coming close to the end. I can already feel mythology creeping up on me. I've already been there, on mescaline in McDonalds, beheading my father with my own blade before ignobly penetrating the overweight cashier I knew to be my own mother, yet providence drove me onwards and outwards and onwards again.

I birthed myself and awoke to find I had a craving for a peanut butter, banana and bacon sandwich, humming 'Blue Suede Shoes' as I readied the pan.

You're just lonely.

We saw galaxies form
And heard black holes collide
We glimpsed endlessness
Shut our eyes and ears
And dreamed of ourselves

>tfw to intelligent for Veeky Forums

My friends hate each other and there's nothing I can do.

I have the speaking skills of a cat with Tourette Syndrome, nothing I do is meaningful to others, and my eyes hurt. Other than that I'm having a perfectly nice day.

Better than the fucking bookshelf or new purchases threads
>look what i just got
>did i do good, Veeky Forums?
>does literally anyone have better taste than me?

I hate college and have no job. I want a career already, but I'm struggling of bordem.
I recently spent $1600 from working seasonal ($3400 in total but Supreme, ASSC, Palace came into my life and yes im """""fuccboi""""")
I should just do things my way and just do what makes me happy.

Taxi Driver is one of the funniest movies of all time. Those 70s dramatic sound effects. When he takes her on a "date" to the porn theater. It's halfway between Psycho and the Rodge manifesto.

Hope I get accepted into the school I want to for my masters.

Life is actually quite nice right now

was the couch worth it and did you find them on a market or what would one have to search on grams? Good luck and honestly mindfulness helps I've found

why delete the zizek thread?

i just laughed out loud remembering that scene

Absolutely no relation to my experiences, but I feel the most sympathy for this one.

I feel betrayed by myself. It's as if I swam through acres of delusion for something outright unrequited anyway. Leaning on love as a crutch will only prolong the search for more crutches as each splinters and rots.

It is a source of wonder and vonfusion to me that I haven't yet had it in me to simply walk away, to throw in the towel. To quit. This laborious path of treading a worthless existence, condemned to mediocrity and the constant anguishing sensation of insufficiency. If only they knew, how much I envy how easy it must be for them to simply go with the flow. I imagine this must be what it would feel like to be stranded and alone in a foreign land where there were nobody around capable of talking to you. What's worse is these foreigners to me do speak the same tongue as I, and yet still I am incapable of reaching out.

I get by, if it means to barely stay afloat down this stream of self-doubt and pity, just barely scraping up enough from the bottom of the brook of despair for me to sustain one more day.

Drifting on my back in this current toward the inevitable waterfall I face by the end of this, I reflect on the one star to whom my gaze always fixates. I've seen many and loved many but none quite so much as this, yet unfortunately, she is as distant as she seems cold through this length of distance from me to her. She has her secrets, and so do I. I too, am obscured and hidden, sentenced to be hidden; and though none that know her might ever know my name, I know her better than any other, even herself. Her secrets I keep, even if it means until I crash, plummeting on the jagged rocks that await me underneath. Reaching up for that faint hint of warmth is what had kept me from drifting beneath the surface before my true fall comes.

I've been wondering for a while if logic or science is even worthwile.
If mental illness is the price of intelligence and ignorance really is bliss, why read or think at all?
I've not committed suicide because I'm waiting for that final click, that realization that makes everything fall into place and lets me know how to live my life, so I can move forward a complete man.
It feels like having x-ray vision so strong that I see through everything and so self-absorbed nothing. Can't really think of another way to describe it, sorry. I should be asleep right now.
It bothers me that I feel like my soul is unrested but there's no way I can prove it.
I feel like if God came down and told us the meaning of life written in the clouds, people still wouldn't believe it.
What's the use of all this brainpower if you're not satisfied with your life?

There seems to be this inner need of mine to represent something more than I am. I don't mean this in the sense I feel inadequate as an individual, but more so that I feel discontent with the hobbies I choose.
I feel so out of touch with the reality of what I choose to do, feel as if I lack the knowledge about the subject. It drives me to insanity, drives me to even converse about the things I do enjoy for fear that I myself will realize the mediocrity of myself.

maybe all these so called symptoms of postmodernity and the age of information for us humans; narcissism and hardline cynicism, hyper-subjectivity etc. are the way things always have been and what we are looking at is a discrepancy in the way the history of human interaction has been recorded.

I'm writing a character analysis piece on a video game character and I have no fucking clue how to properly structure such an essay. I want to make it into a youtube video but I don't have a model on youtube to compare, to see if I am doing it right. I haven't read enough character analysis pieces that I considered to be good for me to have a good grasp on how to write one of my own.
I'm just left with nothing but my intuition on how it should be done and what I want in a character piece, but I don't think it's enough. The quagmire of this is that the character in question is deeply Nietzschean in nature and espouses Nietzschean philosophy, but I don't want to talk specifically about his philosophy, but the character in question, in relation to Nietzsche. There are many elements that I am forced to talk about concerning Nietzsche, such as the value of conflict, master slave morality, Apollonian and Dionysian dichotomy found in the game itself and in life, Eternal Recurrence in the medium itself, among other things, but I do not want to bring Nietzsche even though he is the primary source of the character's worldview.

It's complicated and I don't have anyone who knows enough about Nietzsche to talk to so that they might give me pointer. I feel like I am powerless to form a coherent structure because of this lack of knowledge and of help. I am walking in uncharted territories and I feel lost.

It belongs on /his

There's a smug sense of accomplishment portrayed by Bernhard in this image.

I'm tired and am finally realizing the Marine Corps isn't what I expected to be like. Honestly I don't even remember what I expected it to be like. I also realized leadership roles are a pain in the ass. I'm worried I'll wear myself out with trying to be squared away before being squared away actually matters. I'm glad I joined however and did somthing with my life because a lot of the kids I went to high school with didn't do anything and never will

I got the job at the radio station

I'm not fine.

why not

Ever since my girlfriend(also my best friend) and I broke up without any obvious reason couple of months ago, I haven't felt happy. Everything seems so bland and not worth an effort. I just can't get a hold of my life. I miss her terribly

congrats bro

have some ass

That's a nice ass

There must have been some reasons. This is why you felt this way. You can't get over this story if you can't find the reason.

I feel like there's an air bubble creating massive pressure in the right side of my head extending into my right eye

i turn 27 this year and I've never had a job and I've never studied at university, i'd like to study at a good university but i'm too stupid to succeed and i don't even know what i'd like to study in the first place. I don't have a reasion or desire to get out of bed in the morning and physical ailments have made it impossible to pursue my interests.

It wasn't. Some stuff i knew already, some were beyond my scope to get it.
There is no end game.
Being present in the moment (what mindfulness is all about actually) is one and only option you have a man. Everything else is a lie.

Try community college. It changed my life for the better. It isn´t as bad as you probably think. It opened my mind to a lot of new things, I learned a lot there and made lifelong friends. Plus it is much cheaper and more accessible than a university. I´m a high school dropout and I never would have made it to a good school if it weren´t for CC.

I'm ugly

I'm skinny fat even though I exercise.

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Exercising for a week is not going to remove your body fat. Eat clean