I'm a loser that writes for a living.

Now that I'm about to kill myself, I can proudly admit that fact.
I was born a loser and now I'm gonna die a loser

So, with much vigor, I decided to jump off a bridge. But when the moment came I got cold feet and decided to not kill myself.

But I still died.....

Turns out being drunk and standing on a very thin railing was not that safe and the fact that I don't know how to swim wasn't helping.

Mission failed successfully, I suppose.

But what's this?
Why are my arms so tiny?
Why can't I stand up?
I have turned into a baby!

Literally.

WAIT.
Why is this world so strangely familiar?

Isn't this world based on a novel I wrote long ago...

I reincarnated as a baby in my novel's world !??

'' Sigh...''

Fuck this shit, I'm out.

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Deranged Writer's Afterword

A question that has been asked or at least wondered from the dawn of time. 


As people of science say....is the feeling of love just a chemical reaction or is it something more... 


John didn't care about any of this until he fell in love himself at the tender age of seven, her name was Jessica, one of his classmates. 


At first John was confused as he couldn't understand what exactly he was feeling....every time he saw Jessica, his heart would pound as if it could burst at any moment. 


John wanted to confess but when he was with her...he couldn't even open his mouth...he was a mess. 


Not knowing what to do, the young boy went to his father...the man he 'loved' the most for advice. 


"Eh ?....you like a girl ?.", the gruff man asked John. 


The gruff man taps on his plate making a rhythmic sound that slowly played throughout the room. 


The Philosophy Of Love