nononoknow:

artists that are proud of everything they make freak me out. i like artists that hate themselves. deep down, in every artist’s sickest, most egotistical area of their head, they have convinced themselves that they are a genius. so every piece they make they hate and cry over it, suprised it wasnt the brilliance that theyre capable of. the issue, of course, is that theyre going to continually hate what the do because theyve never actually manifested something that “fully realizes their potential.” its vicious, but its still the self loathing that makes scratchy, ugly things so poignant, honest, and beautiful.