These days, I am rather lazy. I want to draw, and I need to do my homework, yet I do neither. And if I indeed do need to do my work, I find the excuse to draw instead. My sloth is catching up to me. And that is quite troublesome. No matter, I must conquer all of my laziness. I have drawn much more than when I was younger. This must mean that I am getting serious. Or at least, I am becoming faster and more dedicated to art. Hopefully.

Yet... As I grow older, time will be catching up to me. The age when I was the best may soon come to pass. And then what? What will my future hold then? I, who was hailed as a sweet and perfect person, who looked down at others and their inferior art, in turn was called inferior. And so the biggest fish in the pond soon became the youngest and smallest fish in the ocean. Forever wandering and getting lost.

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