The Soulless System

i dont need people to know what to say. i don't need advice. i dont need sympathy. i don't need 'i'm so sorry this is happening to you' ive had plenty of that stuff over the years and i dont care for it anymore. it does nothing for me. it bounces right off.

i need action. i need help. literally anything. there's so many easy ways to help me that cost nothing.

click the share button on my youtube videos. you dont have to share the link for that to boost my videos in the algorithm. like the videos. set the playlists to run while you do other things. you can leave them on mute, i don't care.

boost the posts here. share the music, tell people what my situation is and that im working very hard to get out of it. tell them i need stable income, and any contribution helps. if they say they wish they could help but can't afford it/dont have a job, mention the no-cost ways they can help me that are in this post.

link the bandcamp and patreon. on reddit, instagram, tiktok, discord, fucking facebook, i dont care where. literally anywhere. throw fliers into the streets idk. i cant do all that because im just one person surviving a nightmare, and making the music on top of it.

i have instagram and tiktok as well but i don't have the energy to post there much. search for timeless interval and you should find both of them. both of them point to my bandcamp and patreon so even views on those could help. if any of them happen to get a lot of followers, i would divert some energy to marketing on those.

if you can spare anything, join the patreon. donations are great, but the patreon income is what is really going to bring me out of this. even $1/mo is fine. even joining as a free member could help. it takes a few seconds to make an account if you don't have one already.

bandcamp sales are good too. don't wait until bandcamp friday unless there's one happening within the week (next one is august).

i'm still asking for donations occasionally because these income streams are not enough to even feed me every day. if you donate regularly, i appreciate you, but consider joining the patreon instead. i will still get your contributions but in a form that's easier to keep track of and count as progress. i can't show a landlord donation income, but i can show patreon and bandcamp income.

i'm closer this month to being able to sustain myself with the income rather than asking for donations, so soon enough the ebegging will actually slow down signficantly and be reserved for extra things like getting to important appointments or times when the bandcamp sales dip, as long as i get enough income to not need it anymore

You get a Milkfish

i hold hands with the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen and someone sighs when they see me. “do they have to make everything gay?” she asks her friend, loudly, “like, do you have to force those views in my face all the time?” i can’t stop blushing. my girlfriend holds my fingers tighter, tighter, tighter, until my knuckles are white, and i let her. somehow, this is us, protesting.

my father’s cuban blood stains my skin, i think. when i am honored with a position in the dean’s private council, a boy sneers, “you only got in because you’re hispanic.” did i? i spend the rest of our meetings wondering if i was selected for my stellar academic record, for the multiple recommendations, for the clubs i lead - or if i was just a move the dean made, to make use of me. when we all take a picture, the dean brings me in the front. in the first three we take, i am not smiling.

it is odd. “i exist.” i say, “i deserve to exist.”