3 months of my life, I've spent like 3 months trying to learn to draw and frankly I've always known it was going to be this way, fucking hell, i feel pathetic, 3 months, sure i stopped at times but two weeks max
and im mentally ill so that fucks me over too and i cant bear it, i cant take it, ive given up
im actually getting worse, my peak was this piece of shit.
Today I was finally ready to quit, got a bunch of drawings, paper and tools made a bonfire out of it and I hate myself but I held onto some pages, pages in which I keep failing. I want to stop, Im never going to be good at drawing and I dont have the time for it anymore but I held onto some and made some lines, yeah lines, i dont even know what to fucking draw.