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 find it vey hard to concentrate on class....I mean what's the point ? 


We're revising the important portions since everything's already been taught. I couldn't concentrate because I had too many things to deal with, 


These three were the most important ones, I still have a lot of other stuff to do but I'm concentrating on these three for now. 


I had decided to tell Emilia the truth....the next question was the 'when' and my birthday party was the perfect time since it's going to suck either way. 


About dealing with Dina....I think I'm gonna with the 'emotional threatening' plan. Just guilt her into running away somewhere far away, if that doesn't work.....I need to find a way to finish her off. 


I need to find a way to kill her and I'm sure that I can.....do it. 


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