Rant #14852

So I guess everyone’s finally accepted that I am bad with my art and writing. No one shows interest anymore, and that fucker’s words still dig into me when they shouldn’t. It hurts when something you spent years doing, that you thought WAS going to be your career, ends up being a big waste of time. It brought me joy, but in the end all this did was make me depressed. It’s baffling just how pathetic I am.