Impostor syndrome and me are two in one self, at this point he is me and I am it 🫂 he's with me every moment from the morning to the night, sometimes it appears on my dreams, I talk to him, he's yells at me, but I can take it I just need to do what he tells me to do and stop to doing the tings I like.
I will no draw ugly, this style is no profitable, I need to learn the popular art style, but I don't like to copy others, I want to make my own style but my own style is soulless nobody likes it; is plane, is gray, is boring, is too rigid, the characters don't have any life, nobady likes minimalistic design, I'm to tired to add more details and my wrist hurts, my arms hurt, my whole body is in pain, I'm nauseous, I will no be able to make a wonderful piece of art, no even a cute one, I will fail, I'm an failure... But he's with me, he's will make me more profitable, more eye catching, I just need to stop being my self and listen to it, either ways I will be my self, and it will be mad and throw me to the dark hole in the ground again.
He makes me think is the people, the people is my enemy, is their fault that they don't like my art, they hate me, they think my drawings are awful don't even deserve a second look, is not the popular style, is inconsistent, is boring, is worthless. Is their fault; lying to me saying they like it, they are liars, they hate it but they don't want to sound rude, just pretending to like my art expecting I believe them, I don't believe them, I know what they think of me, he says what they truly think, the same things he saying to me, that's why he knows, except is the people that don't dare to say me the truth, what they really want from me, it says those things so he's better than the people and I must hear him a not the liars.
