#it’s late and i keep seeing all these sad quotes from authors i respect dearly

[merriclo]

what’s so fascinating to me is the way damn near every author you consider “one of the greats,” who have written what you consider to be stunning and awe inspiring works of literature, thought so little of themselves. almost every famous author has entries or quotes depicting some kind of maddening self-loathing, to the point that, for many of them, it is an integral part of their reputation.

i’m not sure how to put what i mean into the proper words, but i do hope some people can look on at these brilliant people and benefit from their example. i hope many will eventually think that if Sylvia Plath or Osamu Dazai or Franz Kafka was as upset as i currently am, or doubted themselves as much as i currently do, that maybe our thoughts are a little bit of bullshit. because that’s fucking Sylvia Plath, or Osamu Dazai, or Franz Kafka. and they doubted themselves too.

something something. the greats hated themselves just as much as i hate me, but i love the greats. so maybe im just not seeing everything. something something. i’m not sure.