Deranged Writer's Afterword

I\'m a loser that writes for a living. Now that I\'m about to kill myself, I can proudly admit that fact. I was born a loser and now I\'m gonna die a loser So, with much vigor, I decided to jump off a bridge. But when the moment came I got cold feet and decided to not kill myself. But I still died..... Turns out being drunk and standing on a very thin railing was not that safe and the fact that I don\'t know how to swim wasn\'t helping. Mission failed successfully, I suppose. But what\'s this? Why are my arms so tiny? Why can\'t I stand up? I have turned into a baby! Literally. WAIT. Why is this world so strangely familiar? Isn\'t this world based on a novel I wrote long ago... I reincarnated as a baby in my novel\'s world !?? \'\' Sigh...\'\' Fuck this shit, I\'m out.