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Nanonymous No.3775 [D][U][F][S][L][A][C] >>3776
File: 0c0c91be02766cd2ffd8961b010e5defa1449354e24310d1465f64181772922b.pdf (dl) (20.26 KiB)
Short PDF about my current thoughts and myself

Nanonymous No.3776 [D] >>3781 >>3788
>>3775
Why would you use the pdf format unless you absolutely necessarily have to computer illiterate nigger

Nanonymous No.3780 [D]
didnt read lol

Nanonymous No.3781 [D] >>3788
>>3776
Because he is fishing for anons that use pdf readers with javascript support?

Nanonymous No.3782 [D]
Oh look its the pdf scaremongering schizos again

A glimpse of a loner’s mind Nanonymous No.3783 [D]
Who am I? I am one of the countless nameless men who will never create anything of worth, reproduce or make an impacton anyone besides their closest family. I am a loser. Am I okay with it? You get used to it and the less people you have around you the easier it is to deal with it. Dealing with your own failures is easy, dealing with your close ones being disappointed in you isn’t. For a while I have been seeking a way out of it. Can I manage without human contact? I can’t and I think most hermits can’t either. Without internet to communicate with others we would all go insane. Maybe I am insane already?

At my current state I have no desire to make friends, even online. But I used to have many online friends when I was young. Even in high school majority of my social interaction happened online. When I used to play MMORPG’s or talk to people in anime chatrooms for hours I never felt lonely. Whenever I really felt lonely I was surrounded by my peers, some of which claimed to be my friends. I guess I understood that I am not like them. Waaah waaah sad times! Random thing: I recall being approached by a mangled suicide survivor and boy I sure hated his sob story!

I am not a depressed nor have I ever felt depressed about my situation. Depression occurs in the mind of an outgoing normalfag. Loners have nothing to be depressed over because they have no social contacts to lose. We are simply fed up of investing hard work into a life that isn’t going anywhere. In a prosperous, healthy civilization we would all be put down for being worthless but it seems society loves human trash these days.
Sometimes I force myself to be productive. I tend to do that attwo am when I am too tired to do anything or focus for more than 10 minutes. Obviously it results in a failure. There is always a next day, and another, and another... I hope I never age past the age of decency so I can at least die without shitting myself in front of others. Artificially extending the lives of elderly people is undignifying.
Cities are my worst nightmare. Ignoring the god awful architecture of modern cities the sight of swarming normalfagrats is vomit inducing. People really start to look and behave like vermin once they are all piled up in one place. Everywhere you go there are eyes, eyes which can stumble upon you and eyes which do not mind their own business.Maybe in Asian bug countries people don’t really look aroundas much. Mobile phones are at least adverting most of normalfags attention.

The End

Nanonymous No.3784 [D] >>3788
>>3791
>plain text
>uses pdf whose readers are known to have exploits
It does smell kind of fishy dont you think

Hello nerfs! Nanonymous No.3786 [D][U][F]
File: 4e6fadb419e48dedbc9a692db2846640bcacddac7c3a250a221d632ab37538af.jpg (dl) (2.67 MiB)
You know what's worst about the loner? That he's at the rock bottom all the time*, it doesn't matter what's happening to him, what happened to him, what will happen to him, he's alone, he doesn't produce nor consume nor emanate nor exist nor live nor feel nor project nor reject nor eject nor accept, he has only himself to be, to share emotions, no way to let go of emotions, even less of thoughts, his only friend is pen&paper and personas of long dead philosophers, personas of extracted writers and sho on: only his own fucked up head and gods and choking victims. What are they good for? Do they feel? Do they care? Can you feel them? Can he share them? They are all him, there's nothing to them but he, if he wishes to give them free will they'll take part of his and it hurts. Shameful, ungrateful and pyrrhic victory over the neverending existential dread where all that happens happens only in his head. Once he accepts it he is lost, he becomes hue of the shadow, less than man and more than god, he becomes a worthless plate, a tasteless palate, drummist under the banner of stupidity with bull's head.
*There's no high and down, there's only deep, the deepest shallow, it's very much like swimming in the great barrier reef but looking only at the bottom: in the end it doesn't matter whether you are there or in mariana trench, you are always in your head, in separate lebenswelt; in the shared one you have obol in the mouth, whether life is eurydice or not matters not, you looked back and there's no end, it's just a fucking sewer and you are the rat.

Nanonymous No.3788 [D] >>3789 >>3790
>>3776
>>3781
>>3784

Next time I will post plain text. Isn't EPUB even worse than PDF though?

Nanonymous No.3789 [D]
>>3788
next time just don't post

Nanonymous No.3790 [D][U][F]
File: 20c1fe23e5370c664f028d973a1e0c5044639f6f221f3db8fe5a12bd9d0f0573.jpg (dl) (1.20 MiB)
>>3788
Why do you feel the urge of giving it independent form when it's mere ib post?

Nanonymous No.3804 [D] >>3805
Do not open pdf files, do not respond to pdf posters, move along.

Nanonymous No.3805 [D]
>>3804
This.
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