I have gone through those feelings of insignificance. Do you know how it feels to tell someone that your writing is your love, your true authentic self, and yet people will simply skim over your fiendishly toiled handwriting just to say they saw it? I’m talking about hundreds of hours of self-concept super condensed into mildly artistic format for easy digestion and it’s still not supported, but at the drop of a hat support THE most basic accolade or formality that their friends or family achieve? It’s wild.













