Jealousy. Anger. A general melancholy that refuses to clear.
That is all I seem to feel towards a lot of my art, lately.
Envious that people do better, improve faster.
I'm also jealous at how easily people seem to connect and make friends. How well they get along when every friendship I make wears away to nothing.
I try my damndest to include myself and improve and just... participate.
And all it does is leave me with the hollow feeling of pointlessness.
All in all, I am not a nice person, on the inside. I am a very bitter, jealous individual who wants what everyone else has.
To sum it up: meh.
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