Ghostwriter
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As an artist, it is too **** hard to succeed. Maybe it's because I am a bad artist, maybe I'm just not patient enough, maybe this, maybe that.
I don't have time for maybes.
All I know is that I have failed in my one profession. I don't know when the time will come when the rent comes dry, when I will be kicked out and be forced to live on the streets. Oh, and on top of all that, I have no social life.
So instead of finding another job quick, I've been selling my belongings to make this life work. I don't know how much longer I will be able to live on my savings. All I do is wander around the streets past midnight, question my lack of social talent, get wasted, repeat.
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******* fabulous.
I don't have time for maybes.
All I know is that I have failed in my one profession. I don't know when the time will come when the rent comes dry, when I will be kicked out and be forced to live on the streets. Oh, and on top of all that, I have no social life.
So instead of finding another job quick, I've been selling my belongings to make this life work. I don't know how much longer I will be able to live on my savings. All I do is wander around the streets past midnight, question my lack of social talent, get wasted, repeat.
...
******* fabulous.