There's some days, though few and far between, you might catch me when I've done something I'm proud of and will actually say that I'm a good artist. These days are few and far between for a reason. I always have that nagging feeling whenever I do art, telling me I won't be able to do it, and even on the occasion I get rid of that feeling, it's still right. It always is. I see beautiful paintings, drawing, sculptures and even stories that I fail to be able to get an accurate account of in reality. I can't get the right proportions or I can't find the right words. I keep trying though, even when I don't want to. It's like the type of drug a doctor will prescribe you. You won't expect to have to go back to it once you're done, but somehow you end up needing it. If you ever needed to get through the day without it, you couldn't. It defines impossible. Even when I swear I will never do art again I end up doodling in class or dropping by the art room during lunch and painting something. I don't wish to ever give it up even though; I wish that I could be able enough to get peoples attention and to keep it. I keep hoping that I'll become skilled enough but I have my doubts that I'll even be anything then the anonymous girl on dA with a very small handful of people of whom have even seen anything that I've done.