Anyone else realizing they won't make it as a writer?

>normies

Kill yourself.

Wow bois, fucking annihilated

>as a writer

Come back when you think you're not going to 'make it' at all

i just have nothing to say. If I wrote something it would probably be as plotless as Taipei

"make it"? you mean get paid for it?

i'm coming to realise that nobody's getting paid to do anything any more. it might be masturbatory to read the things i wrote recently which i thought were pretty good, but nobody's gonna publish them and pay me for it. i can still call myself a writer because i once got a $30 check for writing some technoporn.

i never understand why good looking girls cover themselves in shitty tattoos

I'm just worried I won't make it all.

Same here. Youth allows such a false sense of security, then you hit 25 and people around you start buying their first apartments and homes, they are working jobs that they enjoy with ambitions to succeed in the same industry. The ones who chose to stay on at college have their qualifications even if they struggled in years past. Meanwhile life just seems like it's stalled, even though you're working full-time and earning decent money the future just seems like this bleak and endless descent into senility or despair. Maybe it's depression or just pure retardation but I literally don't comprehend how people can "enjoy" life or experience pleasure in any significant sense. Personally my only recourse is to detach myself as much as I can from life and allow nothing to penetrate the wall of cold indifference I wear as a means of keeping despair away.

but i am a professional writer...

I actually feel happier in life accepting that I may or may not ever publish anything. Writing every single day is fulfillment enough for me. I derive joy from the exercise, not from acknowledgement.

You're either a writer or you're not.

Youth allows you to languish in the false sense of your own superiority.

The mere act of even 'trying' as you get older becomes more difficult. When you're younger, even if you don't feel your work is that great, you can continue steaming forward as you're not afraid of being bad.

When you're older and your work is bad, it's difficult to continue with the same youthful naivety you once had.

>madman died today

There is no inherent meaning to anything regardless of how much anyone enjoys what they do or what sort of company they keep. It's just a lot easier for most people to ignore the underlying senselessness of it all when things are going well for them or if they're distracted by all the mundane concerns of everyday life. And even then, you have to remember that a good chunk of these "normal" or "happy" people still drink heavily or use drugs when things go south or just to get through the week.

I'm not talking about meaning so much, and I think most people don't believe in any meaning and prefer the "you have to make something of it yourself" attitude. This means regional or national pride, the love of another person, a job which allows them to escape the boredom of isolation, and so on. What I mean is that in your extreme youth the world is this confusing place full of opportunity, and these opportunities tend to persist until you reach around 25 / 26/ at which point in the eyes of society (which are basically the primary means you have of forming your identify and judging its comparative value) you are faced with a rather narrow and limited future. Your personality is largely set in place, your friendship group is established and finding new friends is very difficult, and your relationship with the opposite sex i likely to repeat previous experience until your libido eventually diminishes. The number of opportunities has decline and the routine in which you are now somewhat trapped appears to you as both a form of security you cling to with desperation and one you long to discard in order to pursue the mirage of a fulfilling life. I just don't comprehend happiness at this point. I am too far gone. It will probably take a near-death experience or some form of life-altering event to make me view life as anything but an overwhelming burden in which the only pleasure is the ability to briefly forget that I exist.

Nah. A lot of those things can easily change depending on outside factors. But change isn't necessarily good either.

What a shitty response.

I'm determined to make it. I've actually started to have some success in the last year, finally, so I'm glad I didn't give up.