A few months ago, some one said somethings that cut deeper than I had originally thought. I thought I got over it but the wounds are deep. Pride is something every artist has. Pride in their skills, pride in their work. Someone read one of my stories and called it hobbyist writing, which is exactly what it is. He then proceeded call it the worst writing he had ever seen, and he compared my story to professional writers. Who the hell have him the right to say it was worst writing. I know I'm not the best but I'm far from the worst! It was month ago and I thought I had gotten over it but... I guess all I did was block it out and never properly dealt with it. But thinking about it is affecting my will to write and draw. I don't understand why I can't get over it.