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

Dina was the first to snap out of her trance. 


" Adam ?", she said slowly walking towards him. 


" Shhhhhh", Adam said bringing a finger to his bloody lip and- 


I'm greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling but I could ascertain by the smell around me that I was in a hospital. 


Hospitals always have a certain recognizable scent about them. 


" You're finally up....", Lecia says, she had been sitting beside me. 


I could see dark bags under her eyes, she must have had trouble sleeping. 


" You seem restless.", I say patting her on the head. 


I'm stunned to see big fat tears roll down her cheeks as she forced me into a tight embrace. 


A bitter smile encompasses my face as I calm Lecia down. 


" I'll go call the doctor.", Lecia says wiping away her tears. 


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