This website with its art and design world chic and its air of self promotive hipsterism, font appreciation, fine art and salted caramel macchiatos. This slightly elitist air of artisanal brilliance where Creating Is Easy and everyone hides their insecurities behind the finished piece of work they don't really feel confidant in unless some arbitrary number of likes or the right turn of praise is uttered. But that feeling resets with every new piece you post and it's this viciously competitive cycle to do better, be better, get more comments, more notes, more views than the last time, in which you are the one setting the definition of what is 'good enough'
I don't know where I belong or who I belong with. I don't fit into any genre or aesthetic or mold. I'm some mixed up jumble. I'm just me. I sometimes apologize for that, it's how out of place I feel. But really, despite our interests we all know some common fears and fight some common wars.