/lit/ - Literature

>>19100849
If you really wanted to do either of these things you'd go out and live your life instead of being holed up in your lonely room with books...

I just had a weird dream and was wondering if you could interpret it for me

>i'm a participant in a 24 hour multi-planetary race to collect some stones, the stones make you faster
>I stole girl from guy and proposed to her with a very expensive ring
>the guy I stole her from is in the race too
>random guy is talking to my girl before the race and looking at the ring I gave her
>race is about to start
>random guy steals the ring from my girls finger and starts running
>I chase after him
>he collects a bunch of stones quickly and I lose him along with the ring
>show goes on
>random guy who stole ring comes in 1st
>guy I stole girl from comes in 2nd
>I come in 3rd
>after the race we come back to Earth
>girl starts running towards us
>I thought she's running toward me
>she runs to the guy I stole her from and they start making out in front of me

Why did I lose her? Our relationship was good a mere 24 hours hours earlier and I spent the entire race trying to get her ring back and not collecting stones which is why I came 3rd.

I am unloveable. No woman could possibly ever feel attracted to me. I will never have sex. I will never feel her warm blood under her skin as we hold each other in bed sheets. I will never kiss a woman in a moment of passion. I am a miserable loser. I lack even the plain initiative to even approach a woman. I am a sad sickly excuse for a male. I'm aroused by my own shame. I develop romantic passions for women I know I have no chances with. I feed these passions with grand delusions but I fear to act on what I think of. Hearing what I have to say is a waste of time. I will never feel a woman's skin with my hand. I will doe sick and alone. I fear rejection almost as much as I enjoy being ashamed at myself. I often dream about being in a loving relationship with every woman I've ever fallen for. It doesn't take much, really. Just a smile and some general interest in my well being and I become obsessed, but too afraid to ever move. I think if I ever had a woman holding my penis in her hands I wouldn't move a muscle. I would mentally squirm and cry. I am a loser. I am unloveable. I have nothing to say. My brain is empty. When I think about asking a woman out, I quickly correct myself, and am reminded of how pitiful I am. How could any woman love a chronic masturbator? How could any woman love a man who cries himself to sleep thinking about being loved? I am a trainwreck, a manchild, a stupid depressed clown. I still think about women from my days of elementary school. Sometimes I like to fantasize that if I had been kissed back then, I would be a more confident man. I realize often that there's no point in lusting after a woman because I already hate myself so much. I would simply be inconveniencing her. I don't deserve love. I bury my head in my own sadness and depression to cope with my inadequacies and general inexperience with life, and struggle to accept praise from anyone. I've written this long string of my mental neurosis's in hopes that someone will validate what I already have stated here.

>>14309151
shut the fuck up

>>14308572
SHUT UP, DAD!

>>14287180
I already own lotr + hobbit and the silmarilion in a boxed set. I liked them quiet a bit. Thanks for the suggestion though

>>14284929
I can't bring myself to speak to any of the women I find interesting. I spend SIX MONTHS thinking about a girl and I just can't bring myself to act on anything. I'm worried I'll never find love. I want a woman to just NHK misaki my life. Why am I like this?

>>13733944
I ran cross country for six years and never got a gf out of it. I was varsity till my senior year when I failed and dropped classes because I was already aware that my life sucks and will always suck and I'll never have a gf

She doesn't answer to the phone anymore.

>>12001078
Does Adderall help with memory? I might try it