The feeling I get…
…When I see an artist that I really admire online finally reveal their age,
and it turns out that they’re in their early teens
and I’m like
"…I am going to be old enough to start buying alcohol next year
and these guys
these guys who are barely old enough to be going to high school
are twice as good as I am
at the thing I’ve been trying all of my life to be good at.
Better start saving up for that alcohol.”
Aghdgajdgfgd, so I watch a couple of Skyrim RP blogs
And apparently a lot of them were hit with anon hate-machines
And there’s all these very thoughtful replies and whatnot and support from other nicer anons
And I REALLY just wanna be like “AGDKHSKDHFJ NOOO QAQ YOU PEOPLE ARE BEAUTIFUL AND YOU HANDLED THIS A LOT BETTER THAN I PROBABLY WOULD HAVE AND I FIND ALL OF YOUR CHARACTERS FASCINATING AND THESE PLOTS GIVE ME FEEEEEELS ;A;”
But then I realize that I don’t actually know any of these people and then I feel like a creepy stalker and I’m probably way more emotional about this than I should be.
…I-I’m going to go back to working and watching baby Sphynx kittens.
All my art-things keep getting delayed because of minor depression.
And I keep deleting all my posts.
…Which causes me to be further depressed because I’m like “Shiiiiiiit, people SAW this, shiiiiiiiiiit.”
And so because I keep getting more depressed, I keep deleting my posts:
and the cycle continues.
So I’m actually gonna postpone my art things until Friday afternoon, I think, and maybe try and stay off Tumblr until then too so I quit deleting my posts.
See you guys Friday maybe.
I’ll miiissss youuuuuuuuuu!