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

Somewhere along the way, I just buried it deep inside because I didn't want to accept that I killed my mother. 


I didn't try to hear her out.....I just finished her off as I do with all my enemies but was she ever my enemy? 


[ Awww...you look sad.....how wonderful.] 


I continue watching John as he met Cecile.....my wife. 


But Cecile looked so lonely...was I that neglectful of her? 


[ Oh.....I love this part !], it exclaimed jumping around in excitement. 


Knowing what was coming, I gaze down feeling tired. 


Cecile was pushing fiercely for the divorce and he couldn't fight against her anymore, he had no means to do anything. 


All his funds were drained due to the divorce and he was broke, not owning a single thing to his name. 


Right now, he was going over to Claire's place to 'collect' his things. 


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