4.6.2004
 
I need to stop thinking that I'm brilliant. I'm not. No where near brilliant.

If I was, I wouldn't be facing all of these rejections and disappointments... Fuck. Why do I set myself up for disappointment?

The sign of a second-class artist: bitching and moaning about a lack in talent.

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