I think I'm in a rut. Not just an art, or writing rut, or slump, or block, or whatever you want to call it. Everything. A life rut.
MAYBE I'm just whiney or something. I don't know. But it feels like the things I used to think I'm good at I'm not so good at anymore. Writing, drawing, playing insturments, cooking (a little) talking, anything.
And I am NOT suicidal, but sometimes I do feel like I just want to sleep. We all have dark moments and all, but yeah.
So, I'm turning 17 this month. What have I done with my life? What is my worth? How am I useful to the world?
Writing? I doubt I'll make anything amazing.
Art? Hardly. Look at how many usual comments I get. Hell, I might as well just show my art to a grand total of five people. They're the only real commenters.
Playing insturments? Hell. I had a band, it broke apart. Can't say broke up, we never got STARTED, because I was the only one that seemed to care.
Cooking? Eh, give me a recipie, but I seem to even screw that up, one way or another.
Talking? Half the time I don't know what I'm saying.
I'm a lucky person. A little spoiled, I guess. And I try not to be greedy, but sometimes I am. We all are.
So, a life rut.
ART is my life. Well, most of it. I love to write. I love to draw. I love to do all that kind of stuff, and look at me.
My last deviation was over a month ago. And hey, I liked it. So did, oh, you know, three other people.
My last deviation I was proud of - When Rome Fell. Just shy of two months. Not one comment. One fave.
Oh, wait. It's because I'm not drawing fanart. Right?
Profanity. Whatever.
I need something to PULL ME OUT. And I don't know how.
Anyone got some words of wisdom?
Or you know, this might just go completely unoticed.
IT IS GOOD TO BE STALKED... sometimes
stalkings by say oh: little sis-tar doctar house and hotties = YEY
stalking by oh I don't know the elephant man =VERY VERY NO YEY