Dalekboy

The first part was not wanting to be saved, and wanting to be left alone to do their thing. I had been working on a project for 19 years and I didn't want to be saved from that obsession. (I just wanted it to ammount to something) Serving a dwindling audience and to only want to serve that audience, which is how I felt. I didn't care if anyone even knew the project was mine, I only wanted it to be out there and to reach some level of recognition. to provide that presumably cozy experience, you know. I didn't want any money. It would have been nice to get a few bucks if the story sold, but if not I still would have been extatic if it even made it out there. And the last light, mine has gone out. It has left me in a very very ugly depression (And I feel guilty for that. My problem as big as it is to me is so little compared to other people and their problems) I should have done something else years ago.
I had faith, dedication, and people don't even believe how hard I worked and it netted me nothing at all. It broke my heart.
Basically I failed at every single thing I have tried to do or be in my life. I have exhausted everything else I ever had even a little interest in. The story was the last love of my life.
So it might not be the context the article meant, but those were the thoughts it gave me.
Really all I have left in life is sleep and going to work. There really isn't anything left for me.
Sorry to dump such depressing garbage on you like that. I know it's petty and selfish.