It Is Impossible To Succeed

The odds, are not probable.

Written By A Real Person

It Is Impossible To Succeed

The odds, are not probable.

Photo by 愚木混株 cdd20 on Unsplash

The Problem:

Success depends on many factors. None of the conditions are possible to be met, and as a result, will only result in failure. No one really cares. That much is obvious. If they cared, I would have seen success a long time ago.

Truth be told, they don’t want my success. They only want my failure. My success would bother them, to the point I couldn’t live with them. And really the only thing that I have to look forward to is dying a failure. It isn’t because I wouldn’t do my part.

With no family or friends support, this will never be successful. It is impossible. Nothing will come of it. No one really cares. Just another worker bee in the hive of society that no one gives a shit about.

Tired of this hive society. This culture. You thought book editors were ruthless in the publishing business? Now that algorithms control everything, there is no way for someone like me to beat the odds.

My dad read one of my stories, and left 1 clap. No one else read it. You would think, that I would have been getting better support from Family and friends. right = ? No way. They won’t have it. They don’t want my success.

It is sad, that in this world. People would rather see you die a failure, and nothing, then do better than them. Sick society. Had really hoped, that my work would have won their support, and love and affections. Seems, no one cares. They could not care. If they could care less, then they would have to care a little; right = ? Seems the truth of the matter is, they could not care at all.

Seems to me, sitting here now; I’m going to die a failure. No one will help, or give a damn. It wasn’t because I didn’t put the work into it. I worked my butt off. Seems, I wasn’t their cup of tea. But who likes tea? Would rather have a cup of coffee. If you know what I mean?

Intro

For my next stunt, I’m going to replace my writing with a bot. This may be the last article written by myself. This is also your last chance to talk me out of becoming a total prick.

Show me some love. Damn it.