FUCK! Fucking shit! I spent over a god damn fucking year working on what I thought was a kickass story idea and last night got fucked in the fucking ass. Keep in mind I don't watch movies. If I haven't seen a movie then I probably don't know jack shit about it. Well, like most "Cult Classics" that also applied to The Matrix. Turns out my stupid fucking story was really damn similar to that shitty movie. I just started writing a final draft of the damn book. I had high hopes for it. It was gonna be the book that got published. It would have been my first successful ANYTHING in my fucking life. Go ahead and say whatever the hell you want, I should have done my research before becoming so invested. Granted my version wasn't about AI and shit but that FUCKING movie one-upped anything I could have bloody well came up with. It would take drastic changes to make my book its own story. It wouldn't be the same thing I had so much time invested in. It wouldn't be the story I wanted to write. My stupid fanfic isn't going anywhere. I've given up on Across the Wastes at this point. I've pretty much given up on writing in general. There's no joy in writing when anything you come up with would be an accidentally stolen idea. Hopefully nobody reading this cared much about what I wrote because as far as I'm concerned, Jack McCannon is gone.