/lit/ - Literature

>>19516694
I feel the same most of the time, though I rarely get depressed about it anymore. One thing that can help is to care about the here and now more, about enjoying yourself while creating, rather than the destination (finished work). Why do you care about keeping your own work? You know you've made something and I dare to assume that at least the process itself made you happy. What others think of your work is an unreliable assessment of its value, especially if you don't respect them or have the ability to get off from a social kick that the praise of an average person might provide.
I've gone through all of that myself; all you need is just to take time for self-reflection. And, I suppose, time in general.

No art piece of yours of anybody else will last forever, Anon, so don't be too harsh on yourself and enjoy being able to create.

I took an Intro to C++ coursr in college. I think it broke something in me, because I had no idea what the fuck was going on. I spent most of class fooling around on my laptop and most of lab in the bathroom on my phone. Trying to figure it all out hurt my brain. Towards the end, I started sending in half finished projects and taking the bad grades. I was forced to confront that fact that I'm not very intelligent. After that, I kinda coasted through college without much care for my grades since I knew I could never get a worthwhile degree. Thankfully, my mom's friend got me a decent job in tech support since I interned with him for a few summers. After 3.5 years, I've paid off my student debt and put a bunch away in a mutual fund. Also, my boss loves me, as do my customers. I won.