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.