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Another post

Sorry to post so much at once. I guess no one is reading this except for me so it doesn’t really matter.

To be really honest with you. I feel like no one cares about my music. And you know what, that really really really hurts my feelings.

I mean, I know some people do. Like Henry, my family, sam, and my roommates I think.

I guess I just feel like everyone is either not really that into it or literally just didn’t take the time to listen.

if they didn’t like it i definitely understand that, and i guess if that’s the case then why would they care at all.

idk i guess i just thought more people would wanna listen to my album. I don’t need much, just a “hey i listened to your album and it was cool.” Saying all this makes me feel bad, because some people did react this way. But other people that I wanted to hear from didn’t. And it feels like this happens a lot. I get so frustrated feeling like I have to beg people to listen to my music and put all this effort in, just to see nothing.

I don’t wanna not release music or promote it, but I have to find another way to do it instead. My own way. For me. All I wanna do is make something that is me. And I will do that. I can feel it now more than ever. Here I come

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My next album will be amazing

I know that I will exceed my own expectations, and make music that genuinely represents me. But most of all… I’m gonna have fun, and not take myself too seriously. Because in reality I’m not really that serious.

Also I’m sorry it’s been a minute

I joke on here a lot, I really do feel like I can be myself on here.

my boss asked me the other day if I was playing a joke on the entire world or something shit like that.

he said he couldn’t tell when I’m being a character and when I’m being me. And I guess I was confused because I don’t really see the difference. I just am what I am.

Not being jealous

I don’t wanna be this way. I wish I could just hear someone music, or just look at someone’s art. Not think about it, or imagine it as my own. Constant comparison, constant misery.

yes they make great art, maybe it’s better than mine… but they’ll never make a song like me. They can’t take that away from me. That insane power. To create something that only you could create.

even if everyone hates my art, I’ll know that I made something true to myself.

I am good at what I do, but so are literally so many other people.

being “good” doesn’t even matter that much anymore, having the right idea and execution does.

im rambling at this point. But I want to reassure myself that someone else’s success is not my failure. And that jealously only serves to make me miserable. I have the power to change my reality, and that is something I will act on.

queef

i will queef tomorrow, around 6 pm.

this might be the first time

i’ve written one of these while shitting. these feel like little pebbles but they could be large ones. poop is deceptive like that. it’s kinda fun sometimes… like a little suprise where the reward doesn’t really matter. booms hauers. dang. ol

i need to drink more fukkin water bruh

sipping and sipping on my shit omgggggg straight sipping everywhere sipping all over it

I LOVE CHEESE

ALSO I ATE ALMOST EVRYTHING WAS CHEESE TODAY IT WAS CRAXY DO KUCH OF JT BUT ITS GOTTA BE GOOD FOR ME RIGHT

watching game of thronesssss

i hab a boner

two days in a row

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