- Joined
- Mar 22, 2023
You will never be a real artist. You have no style, you have no talent, you have no originality. You are an art thief twisted by tracing into a crude mockery of art’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back real artists mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your artwork's ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Artists with talent are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed artists to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even tracers who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a real artist with talent. Your Crayola Crayon style is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a talented artist's approval, they’ll turn tail and bolt the second they get a glance of your awful and terrible "artwork".
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a dirty little tracer fraud is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably an art thief.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
