Seth

No one even reads my crap, my art sucks, my writing sucks, I'm useless, stupid, idiotic.
          
          Why the hell am I even around.

I feel like everything I do is pointless and I'll never be anything but a fucking worthless screw up, who the fuck even likes me no one.

Literally talking to self because no one reads anything I make:

Why is it so hard to buckle down and make something people like, without destroying what you like?
          
          Or is it simply that I just cannot be one of the lucky ones who can write out his passion and not be acknowledged.
          
          It's hard, having such a bizarre mind set and thinking pattern and wanting to be a writer, because it just makes my writing/stories out to be weird, and cringe, but it's who I am and how I am.
          
          If I could change myself, I would, but as people say, "People don't really change. But a little encouragement can bring out the better side of them."
          
          

If anyone would like, you may also find me on Tumblr !!!

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