Yikes, it's me.
I'm very conflicted. I don't understand myself. Sounds like some cliche shit, so if you don't want to read further down it's fine. This is my deadass diary after all. If you knew me well, you'll know that I'm an artistic person. I'm not claiming I'm a talented artistic person, I'm just 'artistic'. Even though I'm passionate in drawing and writing, I'm not equally good at both areas. Let's say I enjoy them . And I enjoy them so much that it made me think if I could turn this into a possible career. An artist or an author, those were the options I had for my future job. Regardless of how that idea sparkled in my head, the answer has always been very clear since I was a child. No. It was just a false hope, a false dream. My art isn't like those that people would remember of. Same goes to my writing. I still have problems when writing and my art doesn't improve as I don't have time to invest in it...