...if that day will ever come that someone looks at my art and says, "wow, that's amazing!"?
A complete stranger who just happens to spy a piece of my work, and decide they might like it enough to maybe buy it?
I keep sitting here, playing through old memories, most of which I wish I didn't have. Memories of friends who've showed off their artwork and gotten multiple compliments from the same individual, but when I try and show a bit of my work, the person just glares at it in disdain before walking away.
Art is all I have. I'm not pretty, my voice is sub-par despite three years of chorale, and my personality has gone to shit for the most part due to my past. And as for said art, I'm starting to seriously reconsider my attachment to it, because each glare takes a little more of my drive away. And it makes me so angry I just crumple into a mental pile of shards.
I don't know what to do anymore, honestly. I'm just sick of all the bullshit. All of this striving to impress my peers, and falling miles short every fucking time.
I don't want to do it anymore. I just don't.