Please Make it Happen for Me

God, could you help me understand something? I’m an author, yet I have no life. I lie in my house with nothing to do. I’m depending on you to make things happen for me, but I see nothing. I do the little bit I can do by myself, but I need your help. I really need your help, and you know with what I'm thinking of right now. I thought maybe there’d be someone that looked at my book and wants to help me sell it. But really, it’s a book about nothing, and the language’s pretty much in the gutter. All I talk about is mental illness and Jeff. Remember all those things I said I would do if I had a job? Well, where’s my job then? I could be getting stuff to the copyright office, stuff typed up somehow, stuff published. Before I published it, this girl was advising me not to change anything in the book. Now I’m like, should I delete it and work on it some more? But what do I need to change? I can’t think of anything I need to change because I didn’t stay in school, and without an education I can’t pinpoint what’s wrong about my work. I DON’T want to change anything; I think my words are priceless. Well, some anyway. My style of writing is me, it’s who I am, what I went through at the time, or present. I don’t want anybody to change that. Hey, I was thinking maybe I should go back on craigslist and see if I can find the girl that helped me out with my book. It would be awesome if I could speak to her again. Why did I throw her number out? Dumb!