i’m just not good at anything i do, or good enough for anyone.
i don’t think i’ll ever be satisfied with something i create. i hate everything i’ve ever drawn or sculpted or painted. i’m just not good enough.
no matter how much i please an art teacher, there’s always something wrong with what i’ve done. i’ll always be told i just need to practice. or i’m only fourteen. or i’m only a freshman.
but it doesn’t work that way because maybe if i had any self-confidence, i’d feel better.
but i don’t and i can’t because as long as i hate what i create, there’s no way i can really improve. so i guess i never will.