There is a market with an online submission portal that pays 10 cents a word for fiction between 500 and 1,000 words. I read some of the stories in the publication and decided I could write for them. So I wrote and submitted something and put it out of my mind to wait the eight weeks they take to respond. They bounced my submission in five _days_. And, as is common practice these days, they didn't explain a single thing. I went back and re-read the stories they've published. Quite a few are significantly worse than my submission. I had no idea what's going on. So it wasn't the rejection (as superficial people would assume) but the feeling of helplessness that made me curl up into a ball in bed at 7 pm and sleep for nine hours. I actually wanted to stay in bed longer. I didn't want to wake up. And right now I just want to destroy every copy of every piece of fiction and diary I've ever kept and never write a single word again. Part of the problem is that I have no value, and am of questionable membership in the human species, because I don't, and can't, have a job. If I don't start to make a living from writing, then I'll spend the rest of my miserable days on a government check, sitting in my room for 16 hours a day staring at a TV set. I don't know whether that would be worth it.