Always liked to draw as a kid. As i grew up i developed a dream/ambition to become a great artist, but later my motivation devolved to just wanting to impress some chick that frequented the same drawing studio, in the end my superior drawing skills didn't help me woo her, because i was a coward at heart, but i did get a love letter from some other chick that i didn't care about. Eventually my romantic interest moved to another country, i quit art and started wasting my time on imageboards, and doing drugs. After a wasted decade i got bored from being a degenerate and became a somewhat productive normie, now all that's left from my artistic past is this bump on my middle finger from holding the pencil.