/lit/ - Literature

>got home from work last night after a working week that passed quickly
>bought binge food, did cardio at gym, ate binge food while watching election debate (which was so sterile and mechanical)
>wasted rest of evening, except for reading 20 pages of a pseudy old novel
>wake up at 9 am
>browse internet, drink coffee; read 30 pages of the novel
>go to gym
>heavy lifting goes well (squatted almost 370 lbs for 5 reps)
>wore contact lenses and initially didn't see any GigaGymThots but I saw three at the end of my workout and it was soul crushing; one of them was a blonde in GymThot uniform with levels of breh that were off the charts (only saw her from behind so I'm not sure if she's a 10)
>go for my walk in central London at an extremely late time (after 3 pm); the day is pretty much over
>sit in library for a short time and then walk more but the daylight is long gone; wait at bus stop and see literally 10 separate qts or Staceys walk by and decide there to give up on the day and start the coffee, McDonald's, internet timewasting Saturday night routine
>listened to the latest episode of CumTown which is maybe the funniest overall
>currently drinking coffee, reading alt-right Twitter

Nothing to report. I have been posting some blackpill troll topics lately and they get so many replies but sadly deleted so quickly. The jannies are fucking stupid. For board culture to be advanced, troll memes must die natural deaths (except spamming).

I got good grades, went to university, turn up to work on time, follow the law. Where's my gf? Why am I still classed as a disgusting freak outcast by society? What's the point?

The past week has involved me trying to make the philosophical breakthrough (or, more commonly, purging of all philosophies) in my head that will allow me to just work on stuff in my free time. Maybe having a perfectly spookless life isn't viable and I need to be realistic. Kierkegaard's regret quote is literally me, so I procrastinate everything.