It’s hard to be optimistic anymore. With our finances struggling, the back pain never ceasing to end, and working our asses off for nothing, I feel like my dreams of becoming a musician are starting to come to an end.
What’s the point anymore? Nobody really listens to my music, nor does anyone on facebook “like” my page; I feel like there’s no point to it anymore. ((Then again, facebook is merely more for drama and funny pictures nowadays, but it still would help.))
Danielle asks me; “You like doing it though, right?”
No. I don’t. Not if everyone else doesn’t like it, or even give a chance to listen to it. Music is supposed to be an expression of emotion; something just to listen to instead of silence, but… I’m starting to see a pattern.
When I first started making music everyone was all like “Oh yeah that sounds good!” but now that I’ve actually put money into it, actually SPEND TIME mastering, it’s almost like nobody cares anymore. How am I supposed to make music off of anything if my local friends don’t even care? Plus, how many of you on my list are ACTUALLY friends of mine? Starting to wonder…
My dad told me a long time ago that “Having too many friends becomes a problem, because a lot of the times they’re not going to help you or be there for you.” Besides a select few, I’ve seen that. I try to help people, it’s been my duty and my promise since I was little, but now, it seems like I’m on my own. After having certain people literally ruin our house and not pay us shit for anything nor clean up after themselves, I’m starting to realize that having too many friends, especially the one’s I thought I could trust, is becoming a problem.
The hero in me says “Why? Why not have so many friends? It’s good to have people that will support you…”

I usually don’t finish a song until weeks or months later. I like to tweak around and mess with my songs until I believe it’s ready to be released.

I work hard on my music.

https://soundcloud.com/bpositiv3music/optimism-shm