artistic complaints

sometimes i'm sad. the reason is that no matter how hard i try, i'll never be as good as other artists. there is nothing special about my art. this whole bohemian, artistic, emo personality i have ends up being useless if at the end of it all, i sound pretentious. and i've tried so hard to get up of the bed and draw and read but all this lines and writers curl up and form into a mass of colors and shapes and elegant words that mess with my head.

if i wanted to, i could turn this all of this words into a poem, but i don't have the energy to. i did, but it's short and not good enough. and i want to pretend it doesn't even exist.

i want to isolate and get out when i've becomed a great person. when the things i do don't suck. when i can stop comparing myself with others.