Tribius

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Art status: cmm: no requests: I draw slowly, but request/ask box is open art trades: we can make a deal collaborations: we can make a deal x2

I draw what I like and what brings me pleasure. I'm glad if someone has the same feelings about my arts.

English is not my native language, please forgive me for the mistakes made in the posts and arts.

I'm being eaten up by the feeling that I've lost, that nothing I've done is worth the effort, that I'm constantly failing, but no one is competing with me. It's my own personal brain worm that's been tormenting me for last two years, and I usually complain about it on my priv twi, but now it's seeping out, and I'm ashamed, so I might delete this post later.

I'm just too disheartened by these feelings, they're paralyzing, they're preventing me from doing anything, I can't think, I can't act, because it all comes down to the fact that it doesn't make sense, that it's all for nothing, and yet I KNOW that it doesn't quite align with reality, but it's too ingrained, and it's my own fault for bringing myself to this point. By trying to jump above my head, by trying to prove something to someone, by trying to succeed, it all ends up being nothing. As a result, I can't even draw properly, because what's the point if it's not *a reason*, *a reason*, *a reason*, and I struggle to interact with people because it's difficult for me to hear and understand what they're trying to convey, and it's challenging for me to think. disgusting.

all I can feel is anger, jealousy and hatred, and these feelings are tearing me apart. the most frustrating part is realizing that it's not about the *goal*, it's about me, and until I can bring myself back to my senses, I can chase after something unattainable, or even if I manage to achieve that "unattainable" thing, it won't make a difference.

A sudden discovery

Bonus with an important advice