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 stare at Emilia who smiled at me awkwardly. 


I had thought a lot about how to confront Emilia with the truth and many scenarios played throughout my mind. I don't know if what I'm about to do is the right thing.... but it's the best choice that I can make. 


Even though I wanted to just say it outright without wasting any more time, I couldn't. I don't know....maybe it's because I feel guilty or something. 


" Why don't we head to the rooftop ?", I say feeling stuffy in my hospital room. 


I've been stuck here for a while now, so heading up to the rooftop might be a nice change of pace. 


I looked down at the vibrant city before me. 


Creed Hospital was located along a busy street and from the rooftop, one could see much happening. 


" So....what did you wanna talk about ?", Emilia asked gazing out with me. 


Bitter Truth