I'm deep in
So yesterday I had this fucking art exam that I was supposed to slay. Or maybe not slay, but do at the maximum of my capacities. I was supposed to, you know, at least like the fucking drawing that I did and just be confident enough to know that I passed. But it wasn't the case. It went wrong. It went horribly horribly wrong. I don't know what happened, but that piece of artwork, if it is even fit to be called artowork, does not represent me or what I can do. It represents the utter failure that I was yesterday, trying to make a drawing in 4 hours in a medium I had never used before and focusing on the scenery, which I never focus on in the first place too. I just showed I had "ideas" and not even that because the damn sketches were all bad and rushed. I didn't put the fucking date, I didn't make it on time, I made a mistake and made the ink run, like come on. It just sucked. I cried so much yesterday. I also fell asleep in the couch woke up at 5 am after fu
