Nobody would care any ways, I bet no one reads these journals, but I got a notification saying 6 months on deviantart, but I ask myself why. Why did I join deviantart, I don't understand, my handwriting is terrible, my drawing is the worst that I started to delete some and others I throw away. Why did I like drawing when I cant even do it. I'm scared to even speak about them to other people, I wish to call myself a drawer, a person who can create, but, I was wrong. I cant. Jealousy is something that lives, I look at other peoples drawings and it infuriates me that I cant, its something I should have just gave up on. When I look back at my dra