I started writing when I was thirteen years old. I thought it would be easy. I thought that all you needed was a brilliant idea…
First story I ever got the courage to let someone else read it… they called me a retard. They said it was so bad that I should give up writing.
First book I ever self-published: sold two e-book and two paperback copies, received two reviews, and that was it. I had it unpublished.
My second try with self-publishing? Sold 3 e-copies of a short story in the first month, earning $1.05 before taxes.
First try at blogging? Quit after three days.
First try at quitting smoking? Lasted for a month.
First time I went to the gym? Lasted for three days. Second time? About a week.
I have failed, over and over again, and I keep failing, and that is the key to becoming successful at anything in life.
You only fail if you quit.
Right now, I am at my lowest.
Some struggles you can win by yourself, others… you need a bit of help.
With my medical bills and all the surgeries and all that stuff, and… the bills and all the medicine… and the general struggle of trying to raise funds for those things have left a toll on me.
People just don’t care.
And all I am asking is for them to care enough to donate a small amount. Any amount.
Be it one dollar, five, ten, or a thousand, it is appreciated just the same.
It matters the same.
It helps me get the treatment that I need.
Sometimes I think this is not a life worth living. Who lives like this? Who struggles to chew almost anything at all? Who spends his nights in pain, wishing it to go away, just so he can fall asleep?
Maybe someone can understand.
Maybe someone wishes to help out.
If yes, who wants to, can donate any amount they see fit via PayPal here.