The Otherworldly Writer TOW

I tried to become a writer, but it didn't work out since I finally gave up on the process. I was just too bad at that.

Throughout my life, I only found fault after fault in everything I did.

To make matters worse, My family problems only increased and my peace ceased to exist. With no hope in life - I chose to kill myself.

But why the hell does it seem like I'm still alive?!