This sucks arse. Nothing I write is ever published anymore. After thirty years of loyal service to these assholes I don't even get so much as a courtesy call. They just stop publishing my work and eventually as I become so desperate I just stop writing for them and start looking for other oddjobs to make due at the end of the month. It's not my fault, I've got rent to pay man! Besides the only reason my stuff started losing its soul is because they stole it from me. That's the way companies like this work man. They offer you long term deals and chances at bigger things. Then they give you that one fat paycheck and you're hooked. Sure the others aren't as big but if you just keep writing there will be another payday. So you pour your soul out on every page and you end up wasting all of your best ideas in a year for hopes of cash money. When the paycheck doesn't come and you're so worn down that you can't keep on writing anything but crap like this though, you realize just how bad it's all gotten and you just decide to end it. There isn't enough left to go on so you just pull everything to a halt. Some kill themselves, some kill others, and others go live in the forest for twenty years. Either way they've robbed you of your life and you don't ever notice it. Well I notice. I notice. Yet I'm still just going to kill myself. Isn't it ironic? Don't you think?