I was the most pathetic girl in the world.
And to make matters worse, I was also a writer.
I believe that no real writer would ever recommend this lifestyle; because being a writer has stripped me of my humanity. Everything around me has become nothing but a blurry mess of fantasy soaked reality.
I am the entertainment. I am a cautionary tale- just as they all suspected. Or expected.
I don’t really care anymore to perfect my words. My efforts have not been worthwhile, and I am concerned for my future.