What felt worse was that I was already comparing myself to others. Betrayal was what it was, it was like someone took a part of my soul and was torturing it making it harder to breath. I couldn’t even look at my drawings for a long time thinking about all those times I practiced were all for nothing and I spent some months not drawing for fun and only for project based assignments. I was miserable and very moody that I would spend my times inside doing absolutely nothing, although I did do drawings I didn’t feel the surge of excitement that came with them and I end up beating myself more as I started to criticize myself and hating my art. My parents didn’t know much about this since they sort of didn’t like how I was drawing constantly in the first place and they told me repeatedly to study and work, it did distract me a little from drawing but I felt even more empty with no purpose what so ever and I needed something to fill it in. For a thirteen year old I didn’t feel at all happy and everything felt out of tune, I thirst for creativity, but none came to me and I felt that I might not find my passion again. It was until I was scrolling through Youtube did I feel that there was still a bit of light at the end of the
What felt worse was that I was already comparing myself to others. Betrayal was what it was, it was like someone took a part of my soul and was torturing it making it harder to breath. I couldn’t even look at my drawings for a long time thinking about all those times I practiced were all for nothing and I spent some months not drawing for fun and only for project based assignments. I was miserable and very moody that I would spend my times inside doing absolutely nothing, although I did do drawings I didn’t feel the surge of excitement that came with them and I end up beating myself more as I started to criticize myself and hating my art. My parents didn’t know much about this since they sort of didn’t like how I was drawing constantly in the first place and they told me repeatedly to study and work, it did distract me a little from drawing but I felt even more empty with no purpose what so ever and I needed something to fill it in. For a thirteen year old I didn’t feel at all happy and everything felt out of tune, I thirst for creativity, but none came to me and I felt that I might not find my passion again. It was until I was scrolling through Youtube did I feel that there was still a bit of light at the end of the