*picks up pencil and ruler*
*draws a line*
I think I proved that I can draw.
I used to think I was fairly decent at drawing, or at least pretty average. Otherwise, I didn't understand why my art teacher said I could take GCSE Art.
But when you sit amongst people who could go to art school eventually, you don't think quite the same after a year and a bit. I think even less of it when I consider my present drawings as opposed to drawings in the past. The most horrific thing is that I'm drawing worse than I used to, and what bothers me even more is that my drawing style is different. Essentially, I try to do what others do and have no drawing style of my own anymore. I used to like drawing and anything to do with art; now I just feel stressed when I think about it.
I guess I've just lost faith in pretty much everything I do. I was never any real good at the maths and sciences, I have to work hard to get anywhere with the piano and haven't got talent there (and am also getting sick of it), can't draw or paint or anything else anymore (thanks to a substitute art teacher who pointed out how bad I was in every aspect I've ever had a go at), and don't have anything non-academic to back me up. But I believe everyone has a talent for something, and I'm bound to find my own sometime.