So this is how it begins. Mom raises me to be what she could never be, had always wanted to be, fails at it, dies, and leaves all of her belongings to my sister, her all-time favorite celebrity. Whilst she sits around in her luxury home enjoying dishes of lobster and caviar, and counting her hundreds of thousands of simoleons, I sleep on a couch behind a wall as the only privacy I have. I have no name for my sister, I have lost it, as she seems to have lost all thought of me.
But when you fall off your horse, you have to get right back on it, lest you be on the ground forever. So I picked myself up and got a job at the hospital. It's not horrible. It definitely could be worse, as it pays 22 simoleons an hour and gives a lunch break. I still have that lingering problem, though, that the nearest public area with a toilet and a shower is across town, the public pool.
Although the pay is nice, the hospital is also a minor setback. It takes away from my time at the Wright Reading Room, practicing my writing skill and attempting to write novels. My dream, one day, is to become a professional author. I've always loved reading books, but I've always wanted to change them and make my own story. Hopefully I can earn enough money soon to get my own utilities and a computer. Maybe I'll find the right guy as well. Give me a break, oh, great Creator, where ever or what ever you may be.
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