My shallow self.

I hate the fact that I never did learn to draw well. I miss being a kid. I would then draw a snake, ask people what it is, and if they guessed it right, I'd tell them that it's not a snake. It's a worm. Gah. I wish I could be all shallow like that right now. I need my innocence back. But what the hell, once you've lost it, it can never be brought back again right?
Okay. Back to the topic. Yeah. I never have been inclined to drawing. It requires an active part of the brain that I apparently lack. So therefore, my frustration intensified and I just gave up doing this comic strip for English. Come on. I know I've tried. I know I have tried my best to satisfy myself with what I draw but that seems like wishful thinking.
Gah. Why am I so not artistic? I don't know how to play a single instrument. I barely know how to draw. Gaaaah. Was I mutated as a kid or what?