Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

Tonight, I made my first foray back into the art world.

I started drawing again.

This one small task, this simple action of opening my sketchbook and applying conte crayon to the page, was an act of will, not desire. I've got to start drawing again, even if it means that I see how good I'm not, even if it makes me realize that the two months not attempting to do anything gave me no less than two giant steps back in my progress.

I think the scariest thought is I could give it my all and still not get in next semester.

I don't know if I can take the crushing of my soul again. It won't be as sturdy next time.

I used to love drawing. Now I hate that I ever loved drawing.

I just wish I knew what to do with my life.