/lit/ - Literature

My life is harsh, could be considered harsh, you see I was born on a small place, middle of nowhere, nothing to be seen, nothing to experience, nothing that will network into the outside world, I've seen what the place looks like from high above, as a basin, sinking, contender for one of the most hopeless places on earth, no one of worth ever came from a place like this.
The logical conclusion is to end my life, yes, but I'm also an animal, the deluded animal has no real concept of failure, an animal doesn't really fear failure but what it brings about, my very own diseased and rotten philosophy was born here, a byproduct of mental anguish and unfortunate cards, an artist, I wish to share this unique philosophy with the world, no matter the price, no matter the costs; I'm too ethereal and arcane in my pursuits, how could someone like me ever solidify this? A solid plan of action that will work, on one side I'm a logical being, death is the only option, the odds of success are minimal, on another I'm an artist, I want to be one, there's that mixed with sheer animal desperation.
But who knows, you only get one shot at existence, and that goes on forever and ever, no one of note ever came from a place like this.