I feel like Van Gogh.

During his time, Van Gogh was virtually unknown. He was a painter but all of his work never made a sell. In fact, only his relatives bought his work. It was utterly embarassing.

So he killed himself - thanks to depression.

And became famous afterwards.

Now that's fuck up. And I can totally understand him.

As a writer for 6 years, I have yet to be famous and well-known. Maybe suicide is the fastest way to popularity. But for now, I'm just gonna keep trudging on till I finally hit the Van Gogh effect.