I'm writing not from despair and I know there are people, who need more help than I do.
I pursue my dream to become a professional writer, because writing is the best thing I can do, because I was born with a heart disease - no sport for me, when I was six my father died.
I was raised by my mother and now, when I'm a 25 year adult, I don't have a job, not because I'm stupid or crippled, but because I'm a person, who is self-taught - I don't have any proof of my knowledge, because I didn't have any money to pay for my education, so I've learned lots of stuff online. I started writing, for real, with hope, that someday I will be able to make my own rules on how to live.
When I wrote my first book in Lithuanian - I got insane, I was diagnosed with psychosis. I've met my girl in a mental institution, she has schizophrenia or schizoaffective disorder. I know she won't be able to see Egypt in her life, because she can work only 2 to 4 hours per day and now she works as a janitor for 117.93$ a month.
Our state supports us: I get 176.90$ a month, she gets 216.21$. We both live with our parents, but we pay for our food and our clothes, and phone bills and there's no money left afterwards. I've screwed up a bit, got some debt to pay. We aren't stupid, but we are poor.
I know I can make money writing, but it takes time. In business you can't show up out of nowhere and write a bestseller, if you have no friends in the industry. Life is about who you know, not who you are.
I had known few people with heart diseases, but they didn't last long - 30 years and they're dead.
I just want to visit Egypt with my girlfriend before I die.
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