Somewhere along the line I lost my way. I'm stuck in like, an eternal artist's block. I couldn't figure out why I stopped drawing until I was looking through my favorite deviant artist's art and realized that it was because I didn't know why I drew. I was drawing for some sort of personal gain, not because I enjoyed it, and so it became a task, and I gave up because everything I drew came out forced. I'd keep working and working at a picture because it was never good enough for whatever I felt like wanting at the moment. Recognition and fame. Money. Sex (Wait, what?). To be better than so-and-so.

Bloohoo I can't have everything I want.
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I'm working on finding my Way again. I'll find that bitch one way or another.