Not sad.

But I kind of walked into you don't nice things about me. And that gets to me sometimes. Because I'm very much in my own head/world a lot. I forget other people have thoughts that aren't my own, and aren't "pfft stache you're a dick" or "say all the nice things about yourself to feel better. Fake it to you make it"

Sometimes it's weird being validated in your what you thought were fake thoughts about yourself or your art.

I just make stuff for me hoping other people like it to, but thinking they probably won't it it's not good enough. Or it's unfinished I should go back and ____or I'm the only one that likes this. Then I'm surprised when people are like. Yeah I like that shit.