the thing about artists and writers is that we’re all slightly unhinged, chaotic, fueled by coffee and revenge and ambition, and I don’t want my art to be made by machines, I want it to be made by messy people who have hated and loved and panicked like the rest of us.
Incase no one told you: you aren’t here to live, work, endlessly seek validation, and to be approved of by everyone. The more authentic you are, the less approval you’ll get. Have the courage to not be for everyone and watch how much better life gets.