The Ballad of Common Sense

I went to the government to ask for help to give me Disability Insurance since my mental illness is so severe that I couldn't work or study at all. And would rely only on being an author, which is not actually a job.

I've done research and no, it's not a job in the first place. It's just a hobby you get paid to do, just like selling an art you painted to be put in the museum.

Why, out of all people, would they become as successful? I only got paid by a contract in the first four months just to encourage me to write and promote it for free, giving me a free personal editor for the right job (which isn't a job, actually), and by that, I won't get paid anymore and would rely on people giving me coins to unlock chapter. One coin is just 0.02 American cents and that would be useless if I just keep doing this.

So, I thought to myself just to continue my contract to please my fans and not for the money this time. I even had to discontinue my Patreon and would just open up donations to my PayPal email. I can't keep giving more additional content if I run out of it.

Plus, all the additional content is already published as part of my premium novel on the platform.

With that being said, I have to find a way to get money.

So I went to Guagua's municipality hall and asked for help if I could, I, a Person with Disability, with the PWD card (Persons With Disability ID, for those who don't know), could get free money because I couldn't work or study anymore.

They gladly helped me and gave me enough money to pay my own bills and essential needs. But not enough for my own pleasures such as more cigarettes or more coffee, especially energy drinks and delicious foods I could buy in a restaurant.

And by this time, my brother failed his exam once again just like two years ago, he couldn't support the family anymore and the fact that he already has his own daughter to take care of and his wife would be the only one working for their family.

I can't stress this enough. I'm spiralling down into oblivion!

And that's when I had to go through a screening process for a very long time, having one appointment to the next, having to get the doctor's note and certificate to prove my disability if my PWD ID wasn't enough. It's mandatory, really.

And having myself to lose all my money without any inheritance from my father, because we are poor, I have to go to free healthcare doctors instead where every appointment; I have to go on lines in public hospitals with two hundred patients each time.

It was really stressful and bad for my mental health, really.

But I guess this is the life of being a man now. The man of the house, and a true adult taking care of himself and having no father to care for his child anymore.

I've always thought this would be easy, but it was harder than I anticipated.

With this depression, I made it into an inspiration as a motive to keep writing to the point where I had to make a new book without vampires as a new different contract since I have nothing better else to do.

I am a NEET after all, all because of a disability I couldn't control and people would call me lazy and think my disability is an excuse not to work like they do as hard as their life already are.

Do they have any idea how hard it is for me as well? They don't understand that this mental illness without a job is already difficult enough by itself. Imagine if I had to go to work while being unstable. Man, fuck you!

For those who think my mental disability is an excuse for not going to work or study, believe me, I've had countless quarrels with my father to let me work and study to be independent, but he was abusive enough not to let me.

But now he's dead (in real life he is currently dying from cancer at a dangerous stage. I pray for my father).

I'm not a sensitive snowflake! At least I'm a successful author that is loved and recognise by people around the world while you work on a nine-to-five job without any support from anybody but your mom that I tapped last night, your entire outfit is mid.

Because of your polo and tie tucked into your cheap pants, you bought from a dollar store. With that yee yee ass haircut because your work has a dress code for your balding hair, with your ugly ass knee caps and your ugly ass shoes, who the hell wears Vans?! You have no friends. That's why you start being nice with your co-workers, because you have zero social skills.

How about you work as a security guard for Five Nights at Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria? Or you could just spend five nights with some hoes 'cuz you get zero bitches! And stop playing Security Breach, you're not a child anymore, your FNAF Phase is over, and stop coming inside of Glamrock Freddy and start coming inside some hoes!

Sorry, this is a joke, by the way. It was fun to let out some steam after all this stress in my real-life situation. I'm not in a very stable state of mind right now, just so you know, my lovable readers, and fans who love my work! I love you all!

Here is a Shakespearean Sonnet that I made for you, those who are and will be my future haters. Complicated rhyme scheme, each line has 10 syllables in total. By the way, harlot means, um, you look it up. I can't risk being restricted.

"Thou love harlots just to get cucked by them

For harlots love intercourse and not thou

Thou think you are a chad, but thou are femme

Harlots love you? Thy intelligence's low

They do it to everyone, not just you

These hoes don't love you, they only love sex

I have roasted you for you are in fume

Thou doing this because you miss your ex

Thou have zero social skills in real life

For thy life and yee yee haircut is mid

So you come to the web to make friends online

Forfeit, you have been defeated, so leave

The only one that loves you is your mom

The one I slept with and fed her with c*m"