Let's talk, since you've come

Look, I'm just sitting here in my room, my tea's gone cold, and rain pissing down outside. Slept through my alarm again yesterday—was up half the night doomscrolling dumbass videos. Just a regular guy, same as you. Most of us aren't super-talented, no crazy charisma that makes people swoon. But the one thing we all have in common? We’re all just dying to be heard. For someone, anyone, to just nod and be like, "Yeah, I get it. You're right." You can't breathe without it.

So you don't feel like you just wasted your fucking time reading this novel: that recognition is worth fighting for, and if you fight, you'll get it. But what's your daily choice? Diving back online. You think I'm on IG right now? Nah. What the fuck is the point? It's weird if you're not monetizing your time here but still spend over two hours a day on this shit.

We're all just stuck in a cave, staring at shadows on the wall and thinking it's real life. Social media was supposed to be for finding your people, building crews, hyping each other up. But all I see is a goddamn freak show where people are trying to prove to a bunch of nobodies that they're not nobodies themselves. "Yo, in Dubai rn, dinner was $500 lol," but later that night, that same poor hero is getting eaten alive by depression and a soul-crushing loneliness.

There's nothing for you here, not on my profile, not in this post. I do my real work offline; I just occasionally document stuff here that's interesting to me, hoping to spot some fellow creatives. I have no fucking idea why you even stopped to read this. Maybe you're bored? Maybe something hit a nerve? If it did, cool. If not, the screen doesn't give a shit. Scroll on.

You got that fire in you? An idea, a project, or just that "I wanna make my own shit" feeling? Hit me up. I'll shoot you like no one else can, and I won't charge you a fortune.