I have no motivation to do anything artistic at all anymore. I think about drawing or writing something, and then i’m like, what’s the fucking point?
My sister is getting sales for the soaps that she makes these days. She’s getting a fucking contract. Sure wish i had picked a hobby with actual purpose to it, because the only thing i get out of drawing and writing is the notion that i’m never good enough to do what i want and the vague feeling that no one cares anyways.
Whenever i see those posts that are like “you matter and people love you” i know that they’re just trying to be like, generally positive and they’re meant nicely and everything but my immediate response is always ‘fuck off, you don’t even know me so you’ve got nothing to judge this off of, and you’re lying.’
Sea otters and giant river otters are like if someone got two artists to design a giant otter, but ended up with two very different ideas on what they should look like cause one draws hello kitty fanart and the other was a nihilist.
