depressed people tend to be pretty insecure. i just watched that ny times cat power interview and yep the last thing you realise is that people like you and have liked you all along, when you are drugging and drinking yourself invisible it’s a shield from having to face whether or not you are a monster and if people think that but really they dig you and they like your art and creativity and the funny shit you say and do but then you snap and have to exile yourself for a bit and you think welp now they are going to hate me.
basically, insecurity is a burden, depression is a sickness and this combined with needing a lot of attention usually ends in disaster a few times but this is the only way for some people.
but what then when you are also grandiose?
anyway i’m done projecting, for now.
