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You will never be a real artist. You have no talent, you have no experience, you have no skill. You are an autistic kiddo with too much free time.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back other anons mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your childish "art"
Years of drawing and yet you still produce shit that you will only manage to post in this anonymous website. Even drawings who might slightly “pass” look absurd and mediocre to any person. Your drawings are shit and perverse. And even if you manage to get a fan in this board, that slightly appreciates your drawings, he will spit in your eye the second he sees that drawing of that crippled frog masturbating to another frog, understanding how mentally ill you are.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - the fine arts school won't take you in, you’ll recognize your drawings are shitty, you will work at McDonald until old age, knowing that you will never be a famous artist, until your death, and no one will remember you and your shitty drawings.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back other anons mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your childish "art"
Years of drawing and yet you still produce shit that you will only manage to post in this anonymous website. Even drawings who might slightly “pass” look absurd and mediocre to any person. Your drawings are shit and perverse. And even if you manage to get a fan in this board, that slightly appreciates your drawings, he will spit in your eye the second he sees that drawing of that crippled frog masturbating to another frog, understanding how mentally ill you are.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - the fine arts school won't take you in, you’ll recognize your drawings are shitty, you will work at McDonald until old age, knowing that you will never be a famous artist, until your death, and no one will remember you and your shitty drawings.
