Yo, dude, you know I am talking to you. Answer me one simple question: WHY THE FUCK you come to me and share your artistic ideas and ASK for mine, if you know there are better deals out there? All the things I've done had been published on tumblr, all tagged and available. WYSIWYG. If you knew what I am capable of, WHY THE FUCK expect something beyond my limits? Don't you dare tell me about "believing in my potential". If I draw crappy doodles, I won't come up with a new Starry Night, that's a fact. But you know what, I've got fucking feels, man. If you get me involved into the subject you know I am passionate about, then dismiss me for the sake of a talented and popular artist, that's totally fine. But why the fuck you come to me again, wiping my face with "Oh look what me and my BFF totally-cooler-than-you Professional Artist X. made! Isn't she awesome? She's the best! We've got 1000 likes!". Like, jeez, thanks. Why don't just send me "you suck" e-card, that would be fair. Oh, you didn't think it would affect me? Well, think again. It's not a "not-a-biggie". Keep away and don't ever bother me. I am what I am and I don't pretend to be more. But once you humiliate me, you'd better not be surprised why I don't want to talk to you anymore.












