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IN MY HEAD .ᐟ a drew starkey fic ❜ ❪ misty pines, oregon && september of 2022 ❫ ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ⚓️ ✧˚. 🌧️⋆ ─── chapter zero
( ᥫ᭡. SUPER RICH KIDS ; frank ocean ) too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms —————— ˚.🌊⋆ ⌗ ⸝⸝ 🕯️
BROOKLYN, ⠀NEW YORK CITY ──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! drew starkey 🌑
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————— I COULDN'T QUITE remember how the hell i ended up in this state.
all i could feel was my head pulsating, a dull relentless pang hammering against my temples as my eyes clouded for a second.
my gaze went around the room, taking in the once spacious living room that now was reduced to a complete wreck: everything was scattered around in a total mess. i raised my hand closer to my face, noticing a few glass shatters stuck in my palm, a faint streak of blood dripping from it, before i moved my gaze to the smashed glass coffee table on the carpet.
i must have broken it, but my head was fogged up. i couldn't remember anything from the hours before. all my mind could recall was the mail i received, where that literary agent told me she had declined my book because, according to her, it was too raw for the public.
a low grunt left my lips as i remembered that. please, what a lame excuse. since when are harsh sentiments raw? it's just how life is, at least for people like me. truth was that i wasn't selling anymore, clearly. that woman just wasn't going to risk not getting her easy cash in.
this is why i couldn't fucking stand this industry anymore.
i tried it all, but it all seemed vain. as i read from the hundreds of articles i saw, my career was already in decline. everyone thought that. author of the year turned miserable and wasted.
