Looking at my old old old art, I've noticed that I'm just so uninspired these days.

I think the disappointment of art school just made all creativity in me die.

I guess I still carry around a lot of weight from that whole fiasco. I feel like such a failure sometimes because of it and I still feel like my parents hang it over my head. I still want to study art, but maybe I shouldn't make it my major. Unfortunately, I'm so sick of the school game in general that if something doesn't completely interest me, I just want to throw up my hands and give up. I don't know what else I'd major in that I'd actually care enough about to do the work. And even then, it's probably not going to make me any money because a bachelors doesn't do much for anyone these days; look at those Occupy dillholes.

Guess I wish I had that old inspiration. I don't even like non-art related things as much as I used to. I'm not as passionate as I used to be, probably because once I graduated high school and saw what life is going to be, I didn't feel like I have time to be passionate. I guess I have the time, but now I'm so tired of doing stuff that when I have the free time, I just wanna lie around and forget that I have other responsibilities that I hate.

Wah. teenager me would be so disappointed in the person I am at this moment in time. I'm pretty disappointed in me right now.