Yeah I... draw once a week or so. Not enough to get any better. I sort of gave up a while ago on like... everything.>>215037
I don't know about enjoyable, but they did make me hope I'd get better in the future.>>215059
I couldn't finish college, I don't have any trade skills, I still can't draw worth beans, I'm allergic to nature, I don't have any friends, I can't even remember people I met like two minutes ago, I'm poor as fuck, way past the prime of my life, and I don't have anything I can do, other than eat, sleep, wait for my food and shelter to vanish, and go out on evening walks, alone, because I've never found anyone who would love me who lived anywhere in the nearest 500 miles. My greatest talent is my ability to write, and I'm mediocre at that, at best. And I haven't posted a new chapter since September. I don't have anything I can do to help anyone else, and I don't have anything I can do to help myself. So... yes, my life's objectively a failure.
I can bake some mean chocolate chip cookies, though!>>215067
I suppose I'd be happier about them if I didn't have to burn them to get rid of the black mold. But I'm talking a big cardboard box, like the 55 liter ones they deliver bushels of apples in. I filled so
many fucking notebooks, and I could never quite create anything in them that went anywhere. It's all a bunch of vaguely decent story starts, my absolutely boring and banal dreams, and my journals philosophizing about the nature of the world, wondering what to do about it.