I'm very pissed but mostly sad, because I forgot how to draw carelessly (is that word right?), I forgot how to be free, I got carried away by that hedious feeling that my art should be realistic, and I forgot about how I should be feeling whenever I create something. I used to love to grab a pencil, a pen or other materials, and just go for it, no matter the consecuences, I had a feeling and there I was, jumping to it, trying to make you see what I saw. And now it's just gone. I can't get there anymore. I hate that. I'm trying.

Damm the day I started to care what other people had to say about my work, since forever I had been alone and with no advice, and I liked how it was working. I watched and learn. But criticism just gets me down. Trying to acomplish a perfect work just takes away all the fun, all the love I have. May sound pretencious, cocky, but this is my truth. And now I'm just pissed.