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

I found Max leaning against the wall in a corner of the rooftop. 


Of course....I'm alone with the person I tried to kill yesterday. 


I don't know what was going on in my head yesterday, I'm usually such a nice and patient person...well I can't change the past so there's no use in thinking about it now. 


The both of us stared at each other for awhile, until I broke eye contact and moved forward. The railing was cold, I looked below me...everybody looks so small from here....like ants. 


Time passes as Max and I silently wait for the others- 


" I'm sorry about yesterday.", Max says, his face unreadable. 


" It's alright....I should have told the truth much sooner." 


" No....we've only known each other for a small time, so I understand why you didn't tell the truth...." 


" Did Katherine talk to you by any chance ?" 


" Uh.....yeah, she did have a 'talk' with all of us." 


Bully