im now aware of all the obstacles in my life that had previously never existed, or i had never subconsciously allowed myself to face. this year my confidence has been swept beneath the webs of high anxiety and paranoia that eats at me as i try to assure myself things will get better. the barrier that once separated my pessimism and optimism has broken, leaving my nights haunted with the image of my self destruction.
i no longer feel the warmth of the clean cotton blanket that is security
completely inadequate to all the things and people i want in my life. i have no particular talent, no hobby, nothing that makes me interesting or unique. i have nothing to say when someone asks “tell me about yourself” or “what do you do in your spare time” i fucking suck
Installation view by Olafur Eliasson
"I am myself. That is not enough."