I've been heartbroken for a long time. I'll admit it.
I had people coming to my blog, using me, sucking up, saying nice things and taking my votes. They used that money to buy votes and push our work down.
This post was just a roast. I'm having fun here, yet I have some asshole come along in the comments to say I'm being jealous. The comedy stuff is often misconstrued. I'm working around people who have sticks shoved so far up their asses that they wouldn't know a joke if it came around, pulled the stick out, said, "HAHA BITCH," then rammed the stick back in even further. I wrote a joke post about how to tell if a post is meant to be funny or not, explaining everything, and people still came along and took it seriously. Can you say, "Fuck Heads?" I can and I can do it loud and proud.
I tried some of the art/writing combo recently. I had people not realize I was being creative. They were analyzing me and thinking something is fucking wrong. That was the lowest payout I've had in what? Over a year?
How am I supposed to carry on and be that guy when every fucking time I go all out, my shit gets bumped down into oblivion and even with nearly 3000 followers I get burned.
All in all though, if there's something bothering me and I'm suffering, just know it has a fuck of a lot more do with what's going on here than what's going on there. I don't mind mocking these douchebags who pretend to be successful. I have fun with it. This is me trying to have some fun. I'm trying to make light out of something that yeah, it bugs me, but this is my fancy way of coming out on top. So whatever.
Fuck this, fuck that, fuck these, fuck those and fuck them over there. I don't care. I need to do shit like this because on top of being a fine writer and an artist, a funny guy and an entertainer, a nice guy, and all that other shit; I'm also a big fucking asshole and I enjoy it.