CuteHomunculus
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- Feb 13, 2026
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7/21/2026
The day I'll be starting my 3rd year of college. The same day I plan to take my life if I fail in improving my art.
Important: I'm writing quickly so as not to waste any time, so I apologize for any mistakes. I want to get all of these thoughts out of my head somehow, hopefully to put all of this aside so I can keep working hard.
If my art doesn't improve drastically by the time I start my junior year of college, I'll take my own life. It sounds extreme, corny, and stupid, but I have my reasons.
Art is all there is to me, I would be extremely worthless without it. I'm not entertaining, smart, nor decent at anything. The only thing that provides me an olive branch for a sustainable and happy future is art, I don't really know what I would do otherwise. It's commonly known that art as a career can be quite unsustainable and competitive. Which is why I can't live with myself if I'm just average. I despise the wretched creations I dared to label as "art", they're completely devoid of anything worthwhile for anyone to look at. I feel so ashamed of myself for not spending more time seriously practicing. I have been drawing ever since I was 8, yet I'm still so incompetent at the age of 20. Why? What happened? Everyone else around me has achieved more in their life than I ever could have. I can't stand being like this, and that's why I'm going to extreme lengths to drag myself to get better. I've quit everything else I was doing that wasn't related to art, now spending around 8-14 hours practicing everyday. I really don't want to die just yet, I love my mom and my few friends so much. But having suicide dates places a ticking timebomb over my head, it places a lot of pressure on me which I really need. I can't waste any moment, I need to make up for my days of leisure that led me to where I am now. My body, head, and hands ache with pain, annoyingly so that Advil can't help to ease it. Sometimes I feel that I should die right now and accept I'll never be good at anything. But all of this I'm experiencing will be worth it once I finally become great at something. My life will finally have purpose and I can be someone worth being proud of. As disgusting as the "tortured artist" trope is for romanizing the mental illness and struggles of those who are successful. I do have a slightest hope that the more torture I place on myself will eventually lead to the results I want. I envy those who live a life of relaxation, socialization, and normalcy. But it's something I just personally can't do, I want to achieve greatness one way or another. Even if this all leads up to nothing, a 9-5 cashier job for the rest of my life and a burden to everyone, at least I can say that I worked hard. If I successfully get to where I want to be by August 21st, I'll keep pushing myself even further. Until then, I currently just need to continue working hard.
The day I'll be starting my 3rd year of college. The same day I plan to take my life if I fail in improving my art.
Important: I'm writing quickly so as not to waste any time, so I apologize for any mistakes. I want to get all of these thoughts out of my head somehow, hopefully to put all of this aside so I can keep working hard.
If my art doesn't improve drastically by the time I start my junior year of college, I'll take my own life. It sounds extreme, corny, and stupid, but I have my reasons.
Art is all there is to me, I would be extremely worthless without it. I'm not entertaining, smart, nor decent at anything. The only thing that provides me an olive branch for a sustainable and happy future is art, I don't really know what I would do otherwise. It's commonly known that art as a career can be quite unsustainable and competitive. Which is why I can't live with myself if I'm just average. I despise the wretched creations I dared to label as "art", they're completely devoid of anything worthwhile for anyone to look at. I feel so ashamed of myself for not spending more time seriously practicing. I have been drawing ever since I was 8, yet I'm still so incompetent at the age of 20. Why? What happened? Everyone else around me has achieved more in their life than I ever could have. I can't stand being like this, and that's why I'm going to extreme lengths to drag myself to get better. I've quit everything else I was doing that wasn't related to art, now spending around 8-14 hours practicing everyday. I really don't want to die just yet, I love my mom and my few friends so much. But having suicide dates places a ticking timebomb over my head, it places a lot of pressure on me which I really need. I can't waste any moment, I need to make up for my days of leisure that led me to where I am now. My body, head, and hands ache with pain, annoyingly so that Advil can't help to ease it. Sometimes I feel that I should die right now and accept I'll never be good at anything. But all of this I'm experiencing will be worth it once I finally become great at something. My life will finally have purpose and I can be someone worth being proud of. As disgusting as the "tortured artist" trope is for romanizing the mental illness and struggles of those who are successful. I do have a slightest hope that the more torture I place on myself will eventually lead to the results I want. I envy those who live a life of relaxation, socialization, and normalcy. But it's something I just personally can't do, I want to achieve greatness one way or another. Even if this all leads up to nothing, a 9-5 cashier job for the rest of my life and a burden to everyone, at least I can say that I worked hard. If I successfully get to where I want to be by August 21st, I'll keep pushing myself even further. Until then, I currently just need to continue working hard.