I've never been good with women, and I'm am socially distant to them. One is showing signs of liking me, and I have to go through missing out on her again because I don't know how to act even if someone tells me how to.
I'm an artist , but it feels like everyone mocks me , once again. My work as a designer improved significantly in 2-D, however ever one seems to treat me a little less desired in 3-D design, and today I have an assignment to build a 32 inch high yoda hut, and my mother is being a ....
She is offering all her own ideas, calling mine stupid, telling me I don't know what I am doing, and art is the only chance , thing left that I put any confidence into on the entire planet .
My creativity has been restricted, and she is policing me like a Nazi . I feel dead inside because I feel unable to do art, unable to pick up women, unable to socialize , finally this art thing put it over the edge .
Every treats me like I'm different , fragile , because they know where my mind is at anymore, and know that sometimes I just loose it altogether . They step in and think rationally for me, at the levels of a 8th grader , and I am left in my struggles bumbling around in my unbalanced creativity , sometimes looking a genius, often to others looking a fool .
My professor ripped apart my assignment today and rebuilt it for me, and my ego went to shit . I feel rotten, people are only nice to me because of my "problems" , mental problems....
This is my profession, and yet everyone seems to know how to do what I do better than I can .
I'm an artist , but it feels like everyone mocks me , once again. My work as a designer improved significantly in 2-D, however ever one seems to treat me a little less desired in 3-D design, and today I have an assignment to build a 32 inch high yoda hut, and my mother is being a ....
She is offering all her own ideas, calling mine stupid, telling me I don't know what I am doing, and art is the only chance , thing left that I put any confidence into on the entire planet .
My creativity has been restricted, and she is policing me like a Nazi . I feel dead inside because I feel unable to do art, unable to pick up women, unable to socialize , finally this art thing put it over the edge .
Every treats me like I'm different , fragile , because they know where my mind is at anymore, and know that sometimes I just loose it altogether . They step in and think rationally for me, at the levels of a 8th grader , and I am left in my struggles bumbling around in my unbalanced creativity , sometimes looking a genius, often to others looking a fool .
My professor ripped apart my assignment today and rebuilt it for me, and my ego went to shit . I feel rotten, people are only nice to me because of my "problems" , mental problems....
This is my profession, and yet everyone seems to know how to do what I do better than I can .