Days of artwork, and everything I do bombs on here and Instagram. You know I know I& #39;m not the finished article... But... am I that bad? That much of an outsider...

...honestly I could be total shit, and I think I was, but now, no. Can I still improve, a fuck ton. Can I put up a shelf behind me and live stream at how much obscure JPN game I& #39;ll never play but bought anyway, I could, but you know, it& #39;s hollow. My daily interactions tell me I& #39;m

on the right track and those daily interactions apart from @MichaelTGreene3 are not on Twitter. At this point I think why even bother with tweeting about this, why even Instagram this, no one talks to me about the story, why, where, nothing, Twitter is me trying to make something

of my sad nearly 38 year old ass. But I honestly can& #39;t see how social media works. I get the feeling now, that I& #39;ll finish 5 moths of hard work, and get 4 likes, and I& #39;ll see someone post a Samsung Galaxy photo of an Amiga 500 badly processed in Instagram and get 500 lilkes...

and you have to ask yourself... am I bad? No. Am I great. Absolutely not. But more and more I think, I am the outsider. Delete it. And then I don& #39;t need to talk about it any more.