Me: *in an artist slump*
Aphrodite: *looks over my shoulder* I will seize this opportunity . . . *she thinks then asks,* Larimar~ Sweetie, why don't you draw me?
Me: *starts to sketch beautiful works that seem flawless, too flawless, but taking it for what it is. At least I was drawing again.*
A few hours later . . .
Me: *has made two more images for Aphrodite*
A few days later . . .
Me: *tries to work on something else and fails, but seems to still be doing great Aphrodite images.*
Weeks later . . .
Me: *forces self to try and draw something else and fails miserably . . .*
Later today . . .
Me: *finishes up the other Aphrodite drawing, then struggles to draw anything for Artemis and fights to illustrate them, failing.*
Me: *scribbles out the failed images.*
Me: *falls backwards and groans* And now, I can't draw . . . *covers face with pillow* UUUUuuuGGGGGHHHH! WHY!?
Aphrodite: *looks over her images pleased, then turns back to me* Maybe I over did it? *saying innocently but with obvious slight of guilt in her voice*
Me: *just giving up on life*
