I know next to nothing of the things I supposedly love, but I kind of know more of stupid shit I don’t care about.
I’m so bad at the things I love, it’s frustrating. I’m a terrible writer, a terrible illustrator, I don’t know different types of materials for doing certain things. But I fucking know how to integrate and calculate probability, but I’m not even good at it.
Fuck my life, why can’t I just die already? I’m such a failure. I’m a fucking failure, stuck in a point where I can’t do anything.
When the uniform arrives, I’m doing it. No fucking regrets, just end this horrible nightmare.
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The human mind is possibly the most fascinating object ever fabricated. To call yourself a terrible artist or writer is to sell yourself short. Yes, maybe you aren’t Mozart and were writing symphonies as a child prodigy, but none of us are, even Beethoven. Yes, we’re all regular people in this regular world, so if you have passion for something, you have to give it your time. It’s amazing what you can learn by devoting something as small as 30 minutes a day to something for a year. When I picked up the violin a few months ago, I couldn’t read music or play something as simple as Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. Now, I am playing OP’s from Anime that I love. That’s why now when I look back and see all the hours I spent playing League of Legends I feel disgusted. If I had spent those hours learning violin or learning to draw or to write, I’d be amazing by now. I hope you feel better soon. With care, my friend.
P.S I’d love to see your art and writing. I’m certain it’s not nearly as bad as you think it is. We are our hardest critics after all.