I’m a machine built to fuck myself over. A perfectionist piece of shit, a bastard who’s never satisfied. Everything I do disgusts me. Everything I touch is an embarrassment. Art, words, ideas… trash before they’re even born. I look at them and want to burn them. I show them and want to hide.
But that’s enough.
I’ve decided to betray myself. To put a bullet in the head of that fucking judge inside me. To stop listening to his voice. To ignore him. I don’t need to feel worthy. I don’t need to be ready. I just need to do.
I’m going to create and spit it in the world’s face. Not for ego. Not for validation. Not for applause. Just because. Because I fucking want to. Because if I don’t, I’ll explode.
No one I know is ever going to see this. I don’t want it for them. This is for strangers, for no one, for everyone. I’ll throw it out there without thinking, without mercy.
Fuck fear.
Fuck shame.
I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.
Period.
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