Everyone praises you when you’re young; you’re such a talented kid!
And it stays like this for a while, until you finally start to “grow up”
Then the world gets real cruel real fast and it’s confusing. it’s hard. it hurts.
And it gets worse and worse each day and you don’t really know what you’re doing anymore.
Are you even an artist at this point? What’s the point? What are you? Life can be really hard sometimes.
But then, at some point, you’ll end up growing tired of it. And you’ll stop paying attention to it. To everything. It’s too much and nothing at the same time.
But if there’s one thing I’ve learned is that it doesn’t matter what they say about me or my future or whatever.