Not sure when I became so distrusting n detached.

Not sure when I started hating everything I created.

The thing about one's mind is that it can easily be susceptible to rumination, to be absorbed just in a one single thought that eats away at you little bit by little bit until it's imprinted into your heart. Beaten into your soul. Convincing you repeatedly time and time again "it's not good, it's not good. You're not good enough."

"You're a fraud."

شايفين لمن فاندوم صالة سنوات ميت و تجي ذيج ال one artist و تحيي ب ارتاتهة