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The year is 2015, and I'm not even a teenager yet.
I'm sitting in our basement with my two guinea pigs and one hamster, holding a small Samsung tablet in my greasy cheeto fingers.
On the screen, a british Minecraft Youtuber talks to me happily through the device.
Fucking StampyLongNose.
I have no care in the world. My anxiety isn't even anxiety yet, and I have no clue was depression is.
"I should write a song," I say to myself, completely out of the blue, as I notice all the Minecraft parodies that my Youtube recommendations are feeding me.
I get out my pen and paper, as well as my creativity, and start writing.
I titled it,
"HitTheTarget STRIKES!! Let It Go, StampyLongNose cover!!!!!"
It was my first ever song that I completely finished in time for the 2016 talent show for my broke elementary school.
That is the song I sang during the talent show. A Minecraft parody that I wrote.
I get praised by all these little preteens who adore StampyLongNose.
And that's where I realized that a music career would be wonderful.
And here I am now, writing songs about setting fire to my driveway and watching my ex sleep while I'm high.
We've come a long way, but things are going quite well.