Knowledge

There was a time when all I could do was sample. Then I learned effects. Then I learned the Heisenberg. I wasn't pleased with the results, so I began spam following. This led to fame. I was happy with my fame. Then came the hate. Several people hated my tracks. I was depressed. I attempted suicide. Then came the friends rushing to help me. Then my parents sent me to group therapy. I felt better for a while. Then I begged for antidepressants. They denied. I bought some off the street. Those weren't antidepressants. Then came the fans. "I like your track," they said. Those four words permanently canceled my depression. I know now that spam following is annoying. I have changed.