Ideas for art have been hitting me fairly often, but my thoughts are quickly followed up by a feeling of “No. You’re worthless. You’ll never amount to anything, it’s a waste of time.” Picking up a pencil or tablet pen gives me a strange ache in my shoulders and arms, like even my bones don’t want me to do this anymore… (It sounds really dramatic, but...
I can't believe I'm writing this on a public blog,...
I have a hard time venting. I’ve always been taught to suck it up and don’t complain. People will think you’re whining or immature, or that you’re just throwing a tantrum. So get over it and get over yourself. Stop being so selfish. And I’m terrified of writing things like this, because I’m afraid of saying things that will be taken the wrong way, or that...