this is going to be a bit of a sulkfest, sorry.



i think it was just last week that i thought i was getting out of this rut. i finally started drawing regularly again, after years of avoiding it. and i began writing a new story. i've always felt insecure about the things i made, but i'm getting to a point where i think my art is starting to have it's own style.



but for the past few days i've felt like nothing i make will be any good. i haven't touched that story since i started it. even though i want to create things, i can't get myself to actually do so. i know there are things stressing me out and making me feel like a worthless human. but after having that taste of what it would be like to actually function as an artist, i want to keep on going like that.