You suck. Like really, really (x50000) terrible.
But you’re also beautiful. Unpolished and creatively woven. You exist because my fingers spit you out. That’s right, I made you.
And now I can make you better.
I’m going to help you grow up. I’m going to fix your gaps, paint over your flaws, and embellish your potential. You are going to flourish.
You used to be a blank page. You used to exist in the confines of my brain-space. And now you are here, in this world, right in front of my eyes. I am so proud of you.
And I can’t wait to see what you can do.
Let’s have some fun, shall we?