Dear diary,
I don't enjoy things anymore, I wanted to draw, but thoughts like "what's the point, you'll never get good anyways, even if you're good you'll be drowned out by so many other people who's better than you..."
How did this happen anyways, I remember once upon a time when I couldn't give 2 shits about what people think, drawing was like, what I truly enjoy, it's for myself, not for other people.
I also wanted to write a story, but again, the same thoughts kept coming in.
I'm not doing this for other people, I am doing this for my self.
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