I'm indecisive and have very low self esteem. I picked up the trait of being too hard on myself from my father. I feel as though nothing I create is worthy of being looked at, used, or even being in existance. But I still try, because it's what I love to do. I try to find the beauty in everything from sewage drains to garbage cans to gas tanks.

I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd.