Dear Writer,

I don't know how to tell you that I am not brilliant. I am just a piece of shit like everyone else. I dont know how to let my pen whisper to your ear, "DEAR WRITER, I AM NO ONE! DEAR WRITER, I HAVE NO ASPIRATIONS TO BE SOMEONE BECAUSE BEING SOMEBODY DOESN'T MAKE YOU ANYBODY, ANYWAY!" I am nobody just like you, and we will always be nobody because the people who start thinking they're something special only think so after they sell their souls for some talent they can snort & wash down with handfuls of whoknows & cold swallows of idontcare.

(By the way, I'm sure I'll feel differently in 5 minutes.)