11/30/2025
Everyone knows I’ve f**king given up. My dream in music? Dead. Wasted 15 f**king years on songs that barely even got made. Streaming? Finished. Wasted 4 goddamn years grinding, promoting, streaming, giving my heart and my soul — while my own s**t went nowhere. Done. Over.
I gave everything to this f**king community. Promoted everyone. Supported anyone. For free. Wholeheartedly. No agenda. No strings. Just raw, honest-as-f**k support.
And what did I get in return? Absolute f**king s**t. Ignored. Unappreciated. Treated like I didn’t even exist the second I needed a shred of support.
Yeah — a few real motherf**kers stepped the f**k up when I was in serious trouble — and I will f**king never forget it. Especially because this was never about money. You showed up when it mattered. You’re rare. You’re real. You’re the only ones worth a goddamn thing.
But the rest of you?
The fake-ass, lying, cowardly, spineless, self-serving, disappearing motherf**kers?
The ones who took everything I gave — my time, my energy, my boosts, my f**king promo — for free — and couldn’t even lift a finger when I needed it?
You vanished like the worthless, empty sacks of s**t you are. No messages. No support. No acknowledgment. Just fake smiles and hollow air.
My promo business — which I ran for free, with every ounce of effort and care — was never respected. Never appreciated. Never valued. And the second I needed anything? P**f. Gone. Ghosted. Like the pathetic freeloaders you are.
I’m done. Completely f**king done. I’ve lost every scrap of hope that people can actually support each other without expecting some bulls**t in return. I gave my heart, my time, my life — for free — and what did it get me?
Empty-ass f**king words.
Fake-ass smiles.
Ghosting as****es.
Disappearing idiots.
Lying f**ks.
Selfish motherf**kers.
Spineless sacks of s**t who couldn’t show up if their lives depended on it.
So yeah. I’ve given up. Walked away. And I hope every fake piece of s**t reading this feels even one goddamn percent of the crushing disappointment, betrayal, and exhaustion I’ve carried for years while bending over backwards for people who didn’t deserve a f**king thing from me.
If this hits too close to home, sit with that s**t. You earned it.