At this point
It just feels pointless
At this point
I barely draw
It gets harder every year to keep picking up the stylus and trying again
Thinking "this time! this time...!"
Eventually I'll stop.
There's nothing for me to draw.
I don't have any other worthwhile traits.
I'm not useful to anyone.
All I can do is scrape by.
My existence does nothing but try to keep allowing myself to exist tomorrow and that future me is working for the day after.
There's nothing deeper to me than that.
I don't have any goals.
I wasn't encouraged to have dreams as a kid. I was just left to my own devices and I guess they figured I'd figure something out.
I didn't.
Sorry.