I generated this video with https://ossa.ai/ based on a story written by ChatGPT.
Every time I hit the ‘upload’ button, a wave of stress washes over me, a gnawing reminder of the glaring truth I try to ignore—my videos are bad. It’s like throwing darts in the dark, each upload a hopeful shot at relevance, only to miss the mark and sink further into the abyss of obscurity. The comments, few and far between, echo my fears, their words a mirror to my insecurities. “Could do better,” they say, and I know it’s true. I pour my heart into these creations, yet they falter, stumbling into the vast digital expanse unnoticed, and unappreciated. This cycle of hope and disappointment is exhausting, a relentless tug-of-war between my desire to express myself and the harsh judgment of an indifferent audience. The stress is a constant companion, whispering doubts and what-ifs, as I struggle to find my footing in a world where my best just doesn’t seem to be good enough.