(as in: everyone is better than you; you have no clue where you see yourself professionally in a couple of years; you are too lazy to learn new tools; your writing is empty and dull; you’re horrible at approaching new people; your client doesn’t pay your invoices; and also, your drawing didn’t improve since your basics art class seven years ago, where you had to paint different geometric shapes with charcoal):

Wait till it’s 10pm, put on a melancholic Spotify playlist, write an unfinished letter to someone you love, wrap yourself in a hoody and blanket, then smoke a cigarette and feel sick for five minutes because you never smoke, and finally, jot down a whiny blogpost with all your worries listed right in the title, and hit publish.