I don’t like to look back on my creations either. Isn’t that weird? I don’t know where that comes from. Maybe I was judged a lot when I was young and so I have some fear of the possibility of shame. You would think that the nature of a diary (privacy) would help to assuage that fear but it doesn’t.
see, theres the crux of the issues, i never liked things i made (pushing aside as to why)
even today, when is art, i do not like to look back upon it
I don’t like to look back on my creations either. Isn’t that weird? I don’t know where that comes from. Maybe I was judged a lot when I was young and so I have some fear of the possibility of shame. You would think that the nature of a diary (privacy) would help to assuage that fear but it doesn’t.