The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
@deviancy101 Been in a similar situation and yeah actually chucking a bunch of breakable shit around, ideally at a stone wall, does help. For me it was cos halfway thru I started laughing at how ridiculous it all was and then I cried for two hours and felt better so who knows!!