That Billy Kee video is basically me. It doesn't matter how many people tell me that they love my work, that I'm really talented, how lucky I am to be able to write like I do, that I have a load to offer, sometimes I just feel worthless. And don't get me wrong, I don't dislike getting compliments, I quite like having what I do validated. But if I'm having a bad time, it doesn't really matter what you say. I'll still feel like the biggest waste of space on the planet.
If logic and reason came into it, then I'd know immediately that would be rubbish. Because I know that although I don't quite hold my stuff in the same esteem that others seem to, I'm alright at least. Not totally shit anyway. But again...that doesn't come into it. At my worst I fancy deleting the whole thing, rubbing myself off the Internet, changing my mobile number, disappearing completely because I feel like such a letdown to everyone. It's stupid, I know it is. I can't help it though.
Fortunately it's all been a bit better over the last month or so. I can't say that it's good, because it isn't, but if early January was 1/10 (and 0/10 being "I want to do myself in", we didn't quite get there, not beyond a vague contemplation of the prospect), this is probably 4 or 5 out of 10. And I'll try to make that 6 or 7 over the next couple of months. It's a fucking hell of a lot of work to get myself into an acceptable state sometimes, I'm doing all this just to stand still a lot of the time. It takes a lot of energy. I don't really have a lot of choice though.
Thanks for sticking with me, I appreciate it. I know I must be a pain in the arse sometimes.