NAPLÓK: nélküled
Legutóbbi olvasó: 2025-10-24 11:44 Összes olvasás: 205234| 356. | [tulajdonos]: no body | 2016-09-15 16:06 |
Truth is, nobody fucking cares about what I write. It's not new, I've been aware of it, of course, just there are some days when I am less tolerant. I can see the number of my excited 'readers' or rather 'clickers-on', they're static as hell. Shall I request people to like my stuff, shall I beg for some more attention? Cos I deserve it. Truth is, I don't. I mean I don't deserve more than the next person. And what for? I don't want any begged-for attention, just some real thing, but that thing is not coming because my own fucking writing can't attract it. So. All else, playing the troll, tantrums any other means to facilitate what has not been born naturally is for fucking what? I'm no better off with appearances.
Truth is, I can't do with what I get. Because it is fucking far off from what I need. And it's not that day when I make peace with the very different, unsatisfactory, fucking else which is available. I won't say I'll leave cos there is nowhere to. And this fucking surrogate is still a counter balance. It's just that today it sort of disgusts me. I mean me in here playing this. |
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