failure.

Drawn with my write hand, written with my left.

I don't really know what any of you think of me, I wonder if I paint an overly pessimistic veiw of myself. I'm not always miserable, I'm not always drunk and destroyed. Times get tough and I am far from a strong person, I fall and I blunder around this winding life.

There has never been anything I could do without first failing over and over again. I still feel like there isn't really anything I am actually very decent at. I don't stop trying though, sure I get dis-heartened and things hurt me. If I never fell though, I wouldn't know what it was like to succeed.

But then again, there're so any things I've given up on... I dunno, I've had one too many drinks tonight.

Learning to be ambidexterous is tough.