Ok...last night I had a lot of thoughts going through my head. I ended up writing it all down and talking it over with my cousin. Whom I love very much (in a family way, yeah...those of you who think wrongly...). But we had a very long drawn out conversation.

I was upset because I had started to remember the fact that I have a bad memory when it comes to things. Like I can't fully learn stuff because of the fact that it won't process completely. As for you can see that I...am not entirely good with drawing. Because most of what I would learn doesn't process and I have to do it over and over again. I'm not very happy with how it is and so I started to get depressed.
And one of the main things I was upset about was because I love art...art is my main passion and will always be. I want to draw so many things but half of the time I cant because I can't just go out and learn things on my own I also have to have someone show me and help me with it.

So...I remembered talking to my parents about going to art school but apparently they think I want to go out and sell my art and hope I get rich beyond my dreams. But as you can see I like to draw...Animation. Even though i'm not very good at it. So everytime I'd talk about art school they'd tell me how it's too much to go to school for drawing. Then I had been told that my art would never sell and that they would not realize how much they liked it until I was dead.

As you can see this is why I was going into a mental breakdown about things I love to do because my parents decided that they'd love to bring my self esteem down and most likely my dreams for art school.