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SOMETIMES I JUST FUCKING HATE RISD.
so i got back at around 9pm, laid in bed staring at the cieling, wishing i felt better and just fell asleep for fifteen hours.
and i finally feel a lot better.
screw other peoples opinions. an avalanche of opinions will soon be attacking me
every year every single year. the more extreme and daring your art is, the greater the avalanche.
sometimes you just need to create the biggest filter you can possible create. only absorb what matters.
and then trust yourself.
i need to learn how to do that. i need to learn how to walk away from a critique with a my chin up, only taking what i need and not losing all my sense of self worth in the process
so i got back at around 9pm, laid in bed staring at the cieling, wishing i felt better and just fell asleep for fifteen hours.
and i finally feel a lot better.
screw other peoples opinions. an avalanche of opinions will soon be attacking me
every year every single year. the more extreme and daring your art is, the greater the avalanche.
sometimes you just need to create the biggest filter you can possible create. only absorb what matters.
and then trust yourself.
i need to learn how to do that. i need to learn how to walk away from a critique with a my chin up, only taking what i need and not losing all my sense of self worth in the process