26/03/2026
People often tell me they love that I create music, stories, poetry and whatever the f**k else. Yet of the many forms of art I put out… I know no one likes, cares, or has time for any of it. I don’t blame anyone for not digesting it. I simply create for myself because that’s all I have. The feeling of rejection is not something I can explain. Putting your heart out in sound, on paper, or canvas… Just to be ignored. It is detrimental to my mental health. So… I won’t anymore. It doesn’t matter, truly, because like my art… this post will disappear in time as if it never existed.
