Thanks for all that. I won't stop creating, because you just CAN'T do that, I'd go crazy. Crazier. I just wonder sometimes if my dream is a joke. Selling art requires people buying it, which in turn requires people liking it enough to buy it, which in turn requires people knowing it exists, and I'm notorious for being unknown.

But yeah, maybe this is normal. It's just every time I see a piece of crap get praised up and down I sort of want to kill myself. My crap doesn't get that sort of attention, not ever, not by anyone who doesn't personally know me, and it hurts, undeniably.