Oh no, I drew all night for hours instead of studying. I wanted to turn the scribbles into a digital piece, but nothing is working out… I’ve drawn so much in my life. I’ve wasted so much time and literally ruined my life and I’m still not good enough. When I look at that scribbles, I doubt whether I can even draw at all. I have so many ideas – hundreds of drafts – but I can only implement 1% of them. I’ve drawn a gravestone with the inscription, ‘The dream of becoming an illustrator.’ So much mental turmoil because reason always comes into play, and the struggle of having too little time for it while getting each year older. 🙁
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