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| Sinking down and down. |
I had done cleaning myself with these, of poverty self-inflicted. To not be picked, and to wallow in it for the time of overindulgence.
Given up.
Seven years of hiding, of a shadow career. Playing arams within League of Legends, not touching the bamboo tablet.
Imposter syndrome too real to post and self-publish on the internet, too afraid. One or two rejections too many.
Seven years of sorrow, of burnout. Not of art block, yet of following a lie of the hard work rainbow, learning it the hard way.
No pot of the gold of the overwork rainbow, merely the long tail of the internet. Staring back at the age of twenty-nine.
The system did not care, it was not going to hand anything.
Had to change.