I wish the people I admire could admire me in return…
I feel like a failure everyday. I love my everyday work, but my past self feel so much shame for failing every projects she always dreamed of.
It’s only been a few months since I was diagnosed and medicated. I’m finally feeling well, but I feel I’ve wasted my life. I’ve always dreamt of publishing a comic, but I’ve always been too rubbish at it and too depressed to go ahead with it.
I’m very lucky to know loads of people in the industry, successful people. But those people don’t like my work. And they’re right. I’m a failure.
Thanks for following me despite all this.













