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| What I've made online, has become sentience. |
I've become a freelancer, or somebody who is a little burnt out on learning the ropes. Somebody with his wits by himself
It's been a long time, understanding what it means to sell oneself. To become the one and only, not the next Markiplier or Kim Kardashian.
Here I am at the allure to be the next greatest himbo, yet I know within my heart that's it the best thing to do is to resonate. Not try to follow the trial of impossible pop. Here I am, taken in, tempted maybe due to weakness.
A lottery though, so nah.
Out of loneliness more like it, signed up for solitary confinement is the price to be creative. Obscurity is the walls of these social media confines. Invisibility stings.
Is that alright, Mr M?
I've worked for free, for the collaboration of the community of ideas of bara oc and other intellectual property, yet now I want to get off. The nausea of this merry-go-round of social media status roles certainly is something, temptation to play, temptation to be left behind with every fresh meme, event, and fandom activity that arises.
Am I doing it for the social media platform to be a status I cannot reach, Mr M. I can only be the best version of myself in this lonely walk, of a schedule I've set myself.
The ideas social media provides are going by the views, regardless of one's posture. Is that a life well lived? If one was to deliberately be a hack, maybe. On purpose, only to make a living.
Each step, another walk. Along with a long line of failures, I'm willing to learn or not. With sometimes my non-commercial behaviours meant to be there to keep my own sanity in check.
I've worked for free, for the collaboration of the community of ideas of bara oc and other intellectual property, yet now I want to get off. The nausea of this merry-go-round of social media status roles certainly is something, temptation to play, temptation to be left behind with every fresh meme, event, and fandom activity that arises.
Am I doing it for the social media platform to be a status I cannot reach, Mr M. I can only be the best version of myself in this lonely walk, of a schedule I've set myself.
The ideas social media provides are going by the views, regardless of one's posture. Is that a life well lived? If one was to deliberately be a hack, maybe. On purpose, only to make a living.
Each step, another walk. Along with a long line of failures, I'm willing to learn or not. With sometimes my non-commercial behaviours meant to be there to keep my own sanity in check.