I have no drive anymore. My creativity has run dry and I can't get over some stupid, inconsequential comments that were made over a month ago.
The dry spell will wear off, no doubt, especially when I get back to Uni.
But I think I might be done here, in terms of actual art.
I'm still writing, in fact, far more than I ever have. It's the last outlet I seem to have left because no-one's attacked me over that yet.
People keep telling me "Don't listen to the haters your work is great" but it doesn't work like it used to. I don't know if I'll ever get that carefully groomed confidence back. It took me years before I started looking at what I drew with real confidence and happiness, and now I'm back to square one. Not even when a professional artist approached me at work, looked at my DA and told me I could go places, did I feel all that better. The bad remarks just keep coming back to haunt me.
I tried to draw something yesterday and threw my pencil down in disgust at it.
I've never been good with these sort of attacks, especially when it came to something I considered a skill. I have severe anxiety some days, increasingly bad lately since it contests with my very image of myself.
I just want to go back to before that fucking post happened.