These words of support came to me from a person who played an important role in my life, although I’m not even sure if we can be considered friends. And other people that I consider close have said similar things, but… It’s not that I don’t believe that there aren’t people who appreciate me and my art. That they love me … Since childhood, I got used to being unnecessary, superfluous and useless. I always do my best to only end up getting humiliated for my work. And.. I can no longer perceive the world differently. I will always feel lonely, no matter how many people surround me. I don’t feel connected to them, even if I’m very comfortable with them.
Since childhood, I showed emotions and feelings rather weakly, for this I was also considered “wretched, not so strange.” I constantly received questions and ridicule. I doubt myself all the time. No matter how many words of support are spoken to me, they will always sound quieter than those who hate. No matter how hard I try I can’t find my place in the world