One too many times...
a year ago
Well now.
Apparently, my time and effort means nothing and I doubt I'll be getting anything for wasting either. Good to know.
In that regard, I'm gonna stop doing 'free works', period.
Friend or stranger, I don't care. Sick and tired of my so-called 'friends' taking me for fucking granted, only for me to waste my time, effort, and parts of my soul to make sure they get the 'perfect' story and not get SHIT in return.
So yeah, no more requests. No more favors.
This just happened way too many times. Someone I know slides into my DM, drag me in with an interesting story idea, say a few sweet words, I trust them like the dumbass I am, and get on writing, wasting time and effort I could've been putting into actual commissions or personal works, do everything in my power to give them the story they hoped for without butchering a single detail.
And what do I get in return for all of that? Nothing. Not even noteworthy praise.
And when I ask about some compensation, they conveniently forget all about me or just tossing empty promises my way like 'soon' or 'this day or that', and once again like the no-brained idiot that I am, I keep believing (in) them and waiting.
Guess this is what it feels like when you try to be the good person, huh?
No wonder there are more bad and horrible people in the world than good and nice.
Apparently, my time and effort means nothing and I doubt I'll be getting anything for wasting either. Good to know.
In that regard, I'm gonna stop doing 'free works', period.
Friend or stranger, I don't care. Sick and tired of my so-called 'friends' taking me for fucking granted, only for me to waste my time, effort, and parts of my soul to make sure they get the 'perfect' story and not get SHIT in return.
So yeah, no more requests. No more favors.
This just happened way too many times. Someone I know slides into my DM, drag me in with an interesting story idea, say a few sweet words, I trust them like the dumbass I am, and get on writing, wasting time and effort I could've been putting into actual commissions or personal works, do everything in my power to give them the story they hoped for without butchering a single detail.
And what do I get in return for all of that? Nothing. Not even noteworthy praise.
And when I ask about some compensation, they conveniently forget all about me or just tossing empty promises my way like 'soon' or 'this day or that', and once again like the no-brained idiot that I am, I keep believing (in) them and waiting.
Guess this is what it feels like when you try to be the good person, huh?
No wonder there are more bad and horrible people in the world than good and nice.
Honestly, I'm not sure if they're doing it intentionally or not, but it just hurts all the same.