Thaiger_Pierce

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I'm the Devil in my own life. There's that saying, "You're your worst critic." Well, I'm fucking Gordon Ramsey, and I'm the idiot sandwich. I don't ever remember it being different from this. I was just always a bully to this sad kid.
          	
          	So it's weird to get praise and growth for something I've created. When I create my art, I constantly tell myself, "This isn't good." I don't know if that's because I genuinely believe in that, because I do, or because during my early time as an artist, I faced ridicule for not being good. (So that no one starts out being good). Weirdly, I didn't stop, like everything was against me. The universe was telling me, "Your art is shit." and people telling me, "You suck at writing/drawing." Yet I kept going. For one reason, really.
          	
          	Being artistic, for me at least, is like scratching an itch. I don't have to do it or scratch it by creating, but if I don't for an extended period of time, the itch gets stronger. And stronger. And stronger. I need to create art. I dropped out of culinary school when I realized this.
          	
          	But that's the catch-22. I hate my art. I need to get it out of me, but I wish I never made it once it's out. And now people are telling me that this book is making them think about things they never thought of or considered before, and they're telling me that it's genuinely helped them, which blows my dick off.
          	
          	And now I'm going to be a published author soon. For those who are wondering, I'm going to reduce the chapters down to "Devil" and then have a link to where you can support me and buy my book. The Devil Goes To Heaven won't be free forever, so read it while time lasts.
          	
          	I'm not trying to be a shill (I am; please give me money), but if I could support my family for the rest of my life with one successful story, which is a pipe dream, then I want to try. I hope you can understand.

Thaiger_Pierce

this message may be offensive 
I'm the Devil in my own life. There's that saying, "You're your worst critic." Well, I'm fucking Gordon Ramsey, and I'm the idiot sandwich. I don't ever remember it being different from this. I was just always a bully to this sad kid.
          
          So it's weird to get praise and growth for something I've created. When I create my art, I constantly tell myself, "This isn't good." I don't know if that's because I genuinely believe in that, because I do, or because during my early time as an artist, I faced ridicule for not being good. (So that no one starts out being good). Weirdly, I didn't stop, like everything was against me. The universe was telling me, "Your art is shit." and people telling me, "You suck at writing/drawing." Yet I kept going. For one reason, really.
          
          Being artistic, for me at least, is like scratching an itch. I don't have to do it or scratch it by creating, but if I don't for an extended period of time, the itch gets stronger. And stronger. And stronger. I need to create art. I dropped out of culinary school when I realized this.
          
          But that's the catch-22. I hate my art. I need to get it out of me, but I wish I never made it once it's out. And now people are telling me that this book is making them think about things they never thought of or considered before, and they're telling me that it's genuinely helped them, which blows my dick off.
          
          And now I'm going to be a published author soon. For those who are wondering, I'm going to reduce the chapters down to "Devil" and then have a link to where you can support me and buy my book. The Devil Goes To Heaven won't be free forever, so read it while time lasts.
          
          I'm not trying to be a shill (I am; please give me money), but if I could support my family for the rest of my life with one successful story, which is a pipe dream, then I want to try. I hope you can understand.