I haven't been able to finish any drawings,
because all the sudden my teenage brain has decided it's going to go through a kick where everything has to have some greater meaning. I can't write a poem unless there's an underlying political theme. I can't write an essay unless I think it'll make some huge abstract point. I can't draw a picture unless there is a huge, heartbreaking story behind it that'll induce some earth-shaking emotion.
Which is stupid, because come on-- everything can't change the world.
I'm stubborn, so I still sit around like a fat-ass trying to think up something that will blow people's minds, refusing to start anything until I've got a rock-hard idea. I don't have anything yet.
So I'm just going to have to wait till I get over this, because I've got all these half-finished drawings that are sitting around making me feel useless...